Chapter Twenty-Two
After Tyrone and I had our conversation, things seemed to return to normal. However, I couldn't help but feel tense about Kate's deadly glares. Our presence together on campus had become the subject of gossip among students, which was somewhat inevitable since Tyrone was well-known in the school. Despite that, I thought everything was falling into place.
As we passed by the bulletin board, a crowd of students gathered around it. I wanted to see what was causing the commotion, but it was too crowded for me to get a good look.
"That's her, right?" a girl said, pointing at me and whispering to her friend.
"Yes, that's her. The mistress," my ears tingled. Mistress? What was their problem?
"DIANE! DIANE!" Rye called out to me, frantically waving his phone.
"What is it?" I asked, perplexed by his odd behavior. Why were people acting so strangely today?