Shaye
Last night, Lene interrogated me as to where I got to yesterday when she vanished on me. I ignored her as she tried to blame me and remind myself I really can't trust anyone in this place.
Now, I take the stairs two at a time but stumble forward, scraping my knee on the concrete edge. My heart hammers in my chest as I try to avoid bumping into Nelos in the lunch crowd.
Why is he turning up everywhere now? It's like he's put a tracker on me and pops up when I least expect it. And I'm f*****g hungry too.
I don't like how my body reacts to him whenever he's within my sight. The way his prison uniform clings to his muscles reveals he's in better shape than when we were dating. How his tattoos accent his tanned skin and show off his dangerous side. Or how my knees get weak imagining
