Three days after the art festival meltdown, I was hiding in the library.
Not studying. Just hiding. From Daniel, from Jayce, from the concerned looks Ella kept giving me, from the campus gossip that had exploded after my very public breakdown.
I was staring at the same paragraph in my psychology textbook for the fifteenth time when someone sat down across from me.
Lucas.
"You're really committed to that paragraph, huh?" He smiled. "Must be fascinating stuff."
I closed the book. "What are you doing here?"
"Looking for you. You've been avoiding everyone for three days."
"That was the point."
"Fair enough." He leaned back in his chair. "But I wanted to check on you. Make sure you're okay after... everything."
"I'm fine."
"Liar." But he said it gently. "You had a breakdown in front of half the campus. You told three different guys to leave you alone. You've been hiding in this library since Tuesday. That's not fine."
"I'm handling it."
