#Chapter 55 Renee

Renee The weekend wasn't as peaceful as I imagined it would be. I did my homework, tried to relax, but the question of who had given Vivian and her horrible friends and whoever else my number was still gnawing at me come Monday. I drifted through my classes trying to weigh people's reactions, trying to figure it out, but I came up with nothing. Heading into lunch, it felt like I was just jumping at shadows and suspecting everyone and anyone. Arielle hadn't changed my number yet, but I had silenced all the random messages that were still popping up. By the end of the day, my inbox was full of voicemail, and my text message chains had at least doubled. All of them were filled with a bunch of the same hate and ignorance as they had been before. Cheater. Liar. Rogue. Whore. Over and over and over again. Going to work and being able to lock my phone away was, oddly, a reprieve I didn't know I needed. I spotted Neil in the office kitchen, half-tucked into a corner while th