AURORA'S POV:
I walk through the school hallway like I’m trying not to be seen. Shoulders tight, head down, footsteps light. The tension from yesterday still clings to me like cigarette smoke... lingering, choking, impossible to shake.
Jon’s text from this morning is still unopened.
So is Arc’s second one from last night:
Arc: You can pretend all you want, Little Seer, but your body never lies.
Disgust curls in my stomach. Or maybe it's guilt. Or maybe it’s both tangled into one big ball of 'What the hell are you doing, Aurora?'
I can’t focus and can’t breathe. I can’t even stop replaying everything over and over.
Why did I let it happen?
Why did it feel so right and so good?
And why the hell do I want more?
"Aurora!"
I nearly jump out of my skin. Cali skips up beside me, shovin
