GABRIELLA
The next school day is torture before it even begins.
I wake up before my alarm rings, dragging myself out of bed and into the shower just to keep my mind from spiraling. Steam curls around me, but it doesn’t clear the raging thoughts in my head.
How do I navigate my new life? How do I navigate having a freaking bodyguard?
We haven’t been together for up to twenty-four hours, and I’ve already bashed a car against a wall and given myself a mini concussion. What next is bound to happen?
“Arghh!” I groan, pulling the ends of my hair.
The more I think about the day ahead, the tighter my stomach twists into knots. By the time I’m dressed for school, the knots are as tight as the ponytail throbbing at the back of my head.
I grab my small, fancy backpack and take in a deep, s
