One Of Us Is Famousone Of Us Is Lying : Season ... -

"I can't do another interview," Bronwyn muttered, her thumb nervously tracing the edge of her Yale sweatshirt. "They don't want the truth; they want a headline."

My phone buzzed. It was a notification from The Shredder , the gossip blog that had risen from the ashes of Simon’s original site. The headline made my stomach drop:

She was right. Since the trial ended, our lives had become a morbid brand. Addy was modeling for high-end athleisure, her face on billboards that felt like masks. Nate was a reluctant folk hero for the 'wrongly accused,' and Cooper was the face of 'brave' new-age athletics. One of Us Is FamousOne of Us Is Lying : Season ...

Below the text was a grainy photo of the back of a head—dark hair, unmistakable—entering a black SUV behind the club. "Guys," I whispered, holding up the screen.

The world thought they knew our story. But the cameras only see what we let them, and as the sirens began to wail in the distance, I realized the lie we had all been telling was finally coming for its close-up. "I can't do another interview," Bronwyn muttered, her

"Where’s Maeve?" Addy asked, glancing around the VIP lounge.

The neon lights of the After-Party at "The Viper" flickered, casting long, jagged shadows against the red velvet curtains. To the outside world, we were the "Bayview Five"—the survivors of a national scandal. To each other, we were just exhausted. The headline made my stomach drop: She was right

Nate stood up, his jaw set. "This isn't a fan. This is a setup."