ADINNA’S POV
Lunch couldn’t come fast enough. By the time the bell rings, I’m already halfway out the door, shoving my books into my bag without even caring if the zippers are caught the pages. My head is pounding, and my pulse is beating fast enough to drown out every other sound around me. I just need to talk to Riley. She always knows how to make sense of the chaos in my brain.
The cafeteria buzzes with the noise of chairs scraping, laughter bouncing off tiled walls, and trays clattering, but all I cam think about is the dull, unbearable ache rolling under my skin. It isn’t normal. I know it isn’t. Every step I take makes the heat in my chest throb harder.
I spot Riley at our usual corner table near the window, halfway through a sandwich, looking unbothered as always. The sight of he
