It started subtly. Leo stopped shoving me in the hallway. Instead, he started walking me to my car. “Your mom picking you up today?” he’d ask, his voice dripping with false concern. I’d lie and say no. But he already knew the answer. He had seen her beat-up Honda idling by the curb. The next week, he “accidentally” bumped into her at the grocery store where she worked. He bought the most expensive bottle of olive oil and told her the school had a mentorship program for struggling students. He said he wanted to help me .