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I was so tired, but I couldn’t sleep because my mind wouldn’tstoptormenting me.

It wouldn’t slow down and let mebreathe.

All the colors and shapes.

All the faces and smells.

Everything was hitting me at once, and I couldn’t regulate myself.

Meanwhile, Pierce O’Neill kept talking to me.

Why wouldn’t he stop talking to me?

“So, what do you think?”

I stared up at him, confused and annoyed he wasstillspeaking to me. “About what?”

“Us making a go of it?”

He reached for my hand, and I was so startled that I didn’t stop him.

I was too goddamn stunned.

“A go of what?”

“Us, babe,” he chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “How do you feel about us making this official?”

“Official?” I strangled out, feeling physically sick.“Us?”

A group of boys walked past us then, and one of them shoved Pierce with his shoulder.

Thor, I noted.

Oh God, Hugh.

He was there, too.

But he wasn’t looking at me.

Instead, he was storming down the school hall with his two friends flanking him.

Yanking my hand free, I pressed my fingers to my temples, trying to steady myself, but everything feltwrong, wrong, wrong.

But everythingwaswrong.

What the fuck was I doing?

What the hell was wrong with me?

Shoving away from Pierce, I bolted into the girls’ bathroom, barely making it inside one of the stalls in time.

Falling on my hands and knees, I heaved as my body rejected the contents of my stomach over and over until there was nothing left to throw up.

Sagging forward, I sucked in a ragged breath, chest heaving, while my mind offered me a rare glimpse of clarity.

Of reality.

All the good in the world was gone.

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