"Pierce!" I hear someone beckon me. I turn my head, curious who in their right mind would openly call out to the school's supposed genetic psycho. Not my choice of words.
Given that after our supposed team effort to get out of trouble, well, get her out of trouble since I wasn't in the clear, I hadn't really made paramount effort to make friends with Ayla. She did give me the stink eye at the hallway after English Lit this morning when she caught me staring daggers at the back of Julian's head as he paraded past me with Charlotte in tow.
He hadn't spared me a glance since that empty classroom.
I'm not even sure if I wanted him to look my way anymore.
Ayla gestures with her head for me to the table she shared with three other faces I don't recognize.
I ignore her, getting myself out o
