Serena's POV
I felt like I was drowning in quicksand - the harder I struggled, the deeper I sank. It had been less than twenty-four hours since the plagiarism accusations first appeared, and now the situation had gone completely off the rails.
Lying in bed, I stared at my phone in disbelief. This Lance person had actually cooked up fake messages from me, complete with threats and intimidation, then posted them for the world to see. The manufactured conversation showed "me" warning him to delete his posts "or you'll regret it."
"This is absolutely insane," I muttered, scrolling through the comments. People were going nuts over this, practically forming a digital lynch mob.
My phone rang - Maya again. We'd been glued to our phones since yesterday.
"Did you catch the latest?"
