⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The school library was her best shot now.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀However, Brietta spotted the hall monitor approaching from the other end of the hallway, and a wave of panic washed over her.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Quickly thinking, she veered towards a random locker, pretending to slam it shut with too much force. Her heart raced as she quickly smiled at the older girl, who seemed to buy into her act.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀In that split second, Brietta managed to avoid any unwanted attention and immediately turned to scurry in the opposite direction, her heart still pounding from the close call. 
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀With a sinking feeling in her chest, Brietta attempted to crouch down low as she approached the door to the Economics class, hoping to remain unnoticed. 
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀However, just as she reached the door and was trying to stay out of sight, the door suddenly swung open.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Brietta's heart sank as she entered the classroom and saw her classmates already settling into their seats. She cringed at the realization that she had unintentionally returned to school just in time for the start of the Economics class.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Brietta's eyes quickly scanned the room, and she spotted Stiles and Scott making their way through the desks to two seats in the back of the classroom. 
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀She narrowed her eyes slightly and decided to follow them. With determination, she headed in their direction, making a beeline for the empty seat behind Scott's. 
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Scott's sudden halt caught Stiles' attention, and he turned to follow Scott's gaze to where Brietta was headed. Scott's silent motion toward the seat behind him and his use of Stiles' name conveyed a sense of urgency.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀As Stiles attempted to reach the seat, Brietta moved swiftly, placing her right foot on it to claim her spot. Stiles let out an exasperated groan, shooting an apologetic look at Scott, who gave him a wide-eyed look.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Brietta's intense gaze bore into the back of Scott's head, and he could feel the weight of her stare even through the barrier of his own seat. It made him shift uncomfortably in his chair, which made Brietta a little happy.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀If he's going to ignore me, she thought, I want him to feel uncomfortable.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀However, even as she stared daggers into the back of his head, she felt the small weight of the Yang-sided charm in her front pocket. She wanted to tell him and Stiles, but she couldn't. 
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀She wouldn't. Not until they spoke to her.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The sudden noise of Coach slamming a textbook on his desk jolted Brietta out of her thoughts.  She quickly refocused her attention on the Economics class just as Coach spoke, "Let's start with a quick summary of last night's reading."
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Half the class eagerly raised their hands to answer. However, Brietta deliberately sank into her seat, avoiding eye contact with Coach.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Coach's eyes roamed the classroom as he searched for a student to answer his question. When his gaze landed on Dominic, he couldn't hide his exasperation and rolled his eyes.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"Greenberg, put your hand down. Everyone knows you did the reading," Coach stated with a hint of annoyance. Dominic, used to this kind of reaction, grunted in his seat and lowered his hand.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"How about, uh..." Coach's eyes continued to scan the room, and this time they landed on Scott, "McCall."
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The spotlight was now on Scott, and all eyes turned towards him.