ASHER
I avoided Reed for three days.
It wasn't hard. He was avoiding me too.
We passed each other in the hallways and he looked right through me. In the cafeteria, he sat with his back to wherever I was. In shared classes, he chose seats as far from me as physically possible.
It was exactly what I'd asked for but deep down it was killing me.
My body was getting worse, the pills were completely gone now. I'd taken the last one yesterday morning, and I could already feel the difference. Everything was warm and sensitive.
I sat in Alpha Dynamics, trying to focus on Professor Williams droning on about pack hierarchies and territorial disputes but my skin felt like it was on fire. My clothes were too rough, too tight, and every shift in my seat sent sparks through my nerve endings.
