The Third POV

Flint pushed through the doors, not looking back even once. Amy tried to follow, calling after him, but he didn’t slow down. He didn’t want anyone near him, not Amy, not his friends, and especially not Morgan or Lola.

He moved fast, his anger pushing him toward the trees at the edge of campus. The sky above was gray, and the first hint of a chill made the forest feel quiet and empty. Flint didn’t care. He walked until the crowd noises faded and only the sound of his boots ...