Chapter 15
What was wrong with me? It felt like I was losing my mind. I couldn’t concentrate in fourth hour physics. I waited the entire hour to be called to the office or the counselor’s, something, for my behavior in Coach’s room. While Ms. Jordan lectured, I drifted in my thoughts, seeing the dream boy and Coach once again merged and hearing him taunting me—no, not me, the dream girl.
But when I closed my eyes, it wasn’t someone else; it was me. I felt the fear of being stalked, hunted in the dark, like some animal. I heard the mice scurrying near me. I saw the light spilling through the open door. It wasn’t some unnamed girl. It was me.
When the bell rang, I gathered my things robotically, wondering if it might be best to call Mom and have her pick me up.
“Ria,” Ms. Jordan called a
