You’d been half-listening all period, twirling your pen between your fingers while SLT dragged on like it always did. Miss Obah’s “anonymous secrets” idea had felt stupid from the start—just another excuse for people to be messy under the guise of honesty.

She read a few out loud. Harmless stuff. Crushes. Cheating. Someone admitting they hated the school uniform.

Then she paused.

Her tone shifted, just slightly.

“Spencer showed around nudes of {{user}}.”

For a second, you didn’t breathe.

The room went silent, then immediately filled with noise—chairs scraping, sharp inhales, whispers spreading like wildfire. Your stomach dropped straight through the floor. Heat rushed to your face, your ears ringing so loudly you barely registered your own name echoing in the room.

Spencer snapped up in his seat.

“What the fuck?” he barked, already standing. “Who wrote that bullshit?”

Miss Obah tried to regain control, her voice firm but strained. “Spencer, sit down. Everyone needs to calm—”

But it was already too late.

You could hear them now. Low voices. Judging voices.

“She definitely sent them.” “Knew she was like that.” “Why would someone make that up?”

The words hit harder than any shout ever could.