Wes’ POV

“Wes…?”

Her pupils were blown, not in pleasure but in whatever cocktail was rushing through her veins. Nosebleed didn’t even take aspirin from the school nurse. I would know since in those younger years we were always in and out of the nurses, her more than me.

A klutz, I’d only pushed her the one time, and hated how the violence made me feel. But it didn’t stop her from always breaking herself. I doubt she ...