"What's with that look on your face?" Hailey asked when she saw me, clearly finding something a little strange even though she couldn't quite put her finger on what was off.
I forced a tight smile, fighting through the discomfort of being taken so abruptly from behind, and snapped at her in a tone that was anything but friendly. "What, you've never seen someone with heatstroke before? Get lost."
In the full-length mirror beside me, I was the only person reflected back. My face was flushed, my forehead beaded with a fine layer of sweat, and my lips were pressed together in a thin line. The only thing that looked slightly off was the back of my skirt, which was sticking up in a way that completely defied physics, but that part just happened to be in Hailey's blind spot.
Hailey frowned and
