(Ashleigh’s POV)
I woke up feeling off. I'd had that stupid dream again, the Valentine's dance dream, and, as usual, it had rattled me. It took a while to get settled into my day after that, but a few messages from Wes along the way definitely helped.
Still, the feeling never quite went away entirely and eventually morphed into some kind of weird prickly heat sensation. At first, I blamed it on the Speedrun. But when I switched out my Speedrun for water—which was painful, I'll have you know—it didn't get much better.
I figured I was getting sick. Maybe it was my body's way of revolting against all the stress I'd been through of late. Maybe it was some kind of lingering dream hangover. Maybe it was just regular old exam anxiety.
Then, right before lunch, I got a weird message from Ryan.
