The students below began to stir. Some whispered to each other. Some craned their necks to get a better look at me. A few furrowed their brows.
But Delia didn't care.
She was practically vibrating with excitement. "Look at her! All dressed up like she's somebody, but she's nothing but a thug! Forging credentials, infiltrating a top academy, targeting our best students!"
She spun toward the crowd and screamed, "Security! Where the hell is security? Get up here and restrain this little delinquent!"
The head of security jogged up the stage steps with two guards in tow. All three stood beside me, but none of them made a move.
Probably because they'd watched me kick Delia to the ground a minute ago and weren't feeling particularly brave.
Delia sidled up to William, her voice deliberately loud enough for the microphone to catch.
"Principal, this street rat forged government credentials and snuck into our school to seduce our Ivy League candidates! Call the police! We have to call the police! She belongs in juvenile detention!"
William nodded, squaring his shoulders with a look of righteous authority as he pointed at me. "Who are you, really? Tell the truth right now, or I'm calling the police!"