CHAPTER 6

Lunch flies by like a breeze but not the smooth gentle kind that tickles your ears and dances in your hair. It’s the kind that gives you a sense that a storm is brewing.

Now, the hallway is filled with buzzing muttering as I leave. They don’t even bother to hide their blatant gossips or whisper at least. I hear it in the hallways when I pass; I hear it behind me in class. They’re all on about Silas leaving Elena and showing obvious interest in me. They couldn’t be farther ...