— Don’t talk to me like that, he said, pretending disgust. We’re barely classmates.
My dad stood up.
— Look my daughter in the eyes and say that again.
Mateo did.
He looked at me.
And repeated:
— It’s not mine.
Something inside me broke.
It wasn’t my heart.
It was the last part of me that still believed bad people had limits.
The principal lowered her gaze to a red folder.
I didn’t know what was inside.
But Mrs. Rebeca did.
Because suddenly, she stopped smiling.
— Principal, this shouldn’t be mixed with school matters.
— Mrs. Rivas, the principal replied, it became a school matter the moment you tried to pressure a minor inside this institution.
Mrs. Rebeca stiffened.
Mateo swallowed.
My mom looked at me, confused.
So did I.
The principal opened the folder.
Inside were printed sheets.
Screenshots.
Dates.
Messages.
Photos.
My heart started pounding against my ribs.
— Valeria, she said softly, someone left this under my door last night.
— Who?
The principal didn’t answer.
She just pulled out a USB drive.
Then a folded piece of paper.
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