By the time Kayla got to school the next morning, everyone at Point Chester Public had heard about the sharks.

Sarah Kimmel leaned against the lockers, her big blue eyes waiting impatiently for Kayla to give her more details.

"We're not supposed to talk about it."

Sarah laughed. "Well, it's a little late for that now! Justin's picture is all over the internet."

Kayla frowned. She never should have let him out of the cruiser.

Sarah leaned closer, her eyebrows practically touching her hairline. "He said some trucker got eaten."

Kayla's toes began to itch. She left her blood-smeared sneakers at home.

"They're investigating. They don't know what happened for sure." Kayla slammed her locker closed and turned to head to bio, but Sarah Kimmel wasn't done talking.

"They have to know! A bunch of sharks and a dead guy?"

"Missing," Kayla corrected. The police still didn't have a body.

"Ok, let's be serious. If there was as much blood as Justin Heard says, then the guy is dead. We might as well be realistic, right? I mean, unless Justin's lying about how much blood. You were there, what did you see? Was it like a puddle, or just drops?"

Kayla's head started to hurt. Sarah Kimmel had a reputation for being a gossip and Kayla was surprised at how hard she was working to live up to it. This was the first time Sarah Kimmel had ever talked to Kayla, but she was droning on and on like they were life-long besties. All thanks to Justin Heard.

She could see him at the other end of the hall -- Justin Heard and the rest of his drinking buddies loitering by the cafeteria doors. Clearly, the bell meant nothing to someone like Justin.

He looked up and his eyes caught hers between the bodies of his friends.

Heat rushed to Kayla's cheeks.

Then they all turned -- all of the caf guys suddenly registering Kayla's existence at once. The heat exploded down her neck, down her spine --

A hand blocked Kayla's view. "Hello?"

Kayla looked back at Sarah Kimmel who looked like she was waiting for something. "What?"

"I said, are you going too?"

"Going where?"

"Out to Highway 3," smiled Sarah. "With the guys."

Kayla's eyes darted back to Justin.

"They're gonna steal one of the teeth."

Kayla watched Sarah, bouncing on her knees, barely able to contain her excitement. "Teeth?"

"Yeah, one of the shark's teeth. Everyone's going."

"Who's everyone?"

Sarah shrugged. "You know, me, Madison Howard, Mike Arnold, Joey DeStefano. Those people."

So, all of them. The entire social elite of Point Chester Public, driving out to highway 3 to steal a dead, diseased shark's tooth. Like the whole thing was just entertainment. Just a joke.

Justin stood there, laughing with his friends. She was stupid. So stupid to let him out of that car, to let him take those pictures. A picture wasn't enough for Justin Heard. Now he needed a piece of the scene too? As if he had some kind of special right to do it?

Furious, Kayla marched over to the group, right up to Justin. "Can I talk to you?"

"Uh, hi Kayla. How's it going?" He looked to his buddies who were already snickering. Let them. Kayla didn't care.

"You're going out to Highway 3?" she demanded.

The tall goon to Justin's left burst out laughing. Joey DeStefano. "Uh oh, here we go, guys. Officer Girard is on the case!"

Kayla ignored him. "You think you can just drive out there and goof around? A man died there, Justin! Don't you have any respect for that?"

Justin blinked. His face was completely blank, and Kayla couldn't tell if he was mad or upset or what. And it was infuriating.

"Missing," he said, finally. "That's what your dad said. The man's missing."

"What's your point?"

Justin said nothing, his casual stare measuring every bit of her. She suddenly worried that her numbers wouldn't be very high in those eyes.

"You think you're so great," she growled. "Think you can just stir up shit wherever you like and that makes you a big man."

"More man than you can handle, sweetheart," laughed Joey.

Kayla's stomach shot into her throat and she gulped. Justin saw it. He smirked -- that same half smirk he'd had on his face in the cruiser.

"You should come with us," he said.

Asshole.

Kayla turned away. The decision was made. She would never, ever, speak to Justin Heard again.

"What's the matter, Girard?" he called after her. "Afraid big daddy Sheriff won't approve?"

She turned back at that, her chest swollen with so much hate she thought her ribs might break.

He stood there -- that irritating grin that said he had her all figured out. Said he knew her. Said she was nothing more than a good girl who followed all the rules her Sheriff daddy taught her.

But Justin Heard didn't know Kayla Girard. He didn't know her at all.

"I'm in," she said.

And that's when Justin Heard's half smirk spread into a dimpled smile.