Nirvana's POV
I walked through the campus gates, my chest tight with panic. I barely slept for two hours last night.
Every time I closed my eyes, I just saw that terrifying photograph of Adrian and me standing in his garage. Someone had been watching us in the dark and it creeped me the hell out.
I looked over my shoulder repeatedly as I crossed the courtyard. I stared at the guys walking past me, wondering if the stalker who sent that text message was carrying a backpack and heading to class just a few feet away from me. So many creepy and ridiculous things flashed through my brain.
But I refused to hide in my bedroom. I refused to let some anonymous creep scare me into submission and dictate my life. I was not that Nirvana anymore.
I pushed open the doors of the humanities buildin
