Shyla's POV:
Speaking to Orlando was a huge mistake; it didn’t give me any clarity I was looking for, and now one of my closest friends probably thinks I’m a nutcase. I sighed; maybe I am because I can’t seem to shake this feeling that something fishy is going on, and the rogue he warned me about just further confirmed my intuition.
I didn't bother going to the nurse's office. Instead, I walked right out the campus doors and down the street, disappearing into the trees. I stumbled down a dirt path, getting lost deeper into the woods. I moved through the thick branches, pushing past the throbbing headache that inhabited the back of my mind the closer I got to the clearing.
I told myself the pain was caused by my brain pulling some form of dissociative amnesia to keep me from rememberin
