The morning I woke up on October 14, I already knew how it ended: handcuffs, expulsion, my mother driving four hours to collect me while the friends who planned the prank stood safely behind the yellow line. The first time, I carried Priya Vance's flour through airport security and took the fall for Halloran Prep's perfect queen. This time, I remember everything. I ignore the group chat, keep my hands off every bag, and walk to the terminal only to watch. Priya still smiles like we're best friends. Devon still carries the duffel. The cameras still see everything. But when the officers pull them aside instead of me, I have one question: how long before the girl who planned it all realizes I'm no longer covering for her?