Lola's POV

After leaving the chaotic scene in the locker room, the air in the hallway felt thin. My head felt light. The back of my neck was cold where my hair used to be.

Morgan walked beside me. He didn't say anything, but his presence was heavy.

"I'm like a superhero," I said. My voice sounded weak in the quiet hall. "Except I'm not the kind that wins. I'm the loser superhero. The one who gets beaten up so the real hero can show up and look good."

I was saying bad things about myself, so it ...