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me.
    "You looked really hot last night. You know I wanted to leave with you instead."
    Julie giggles, making me want to scratch her eyes out.
    "You have a girlfriend, Trent."
    "Yeah, yeah, I know, but... come on; you can't deny the chemistry between us."
    My bottom lip falls to the floor.
    "Well, maybe you should break up with her."
    He shifts uncomfortably and lets out a soft chuckle.
    "I want to, but you know what she can be like. I have to pick my time. I don't want things to be bad for you and if she thinks I dumped her so I can be with you, your life will suck."
    Damn right it will.
    I ease forward, ready to let rip.
    "Thanks for looking out for me, Trent, but what if she finds out?"
    "She won't. We'll just keep this really quiet. She'll be completely oblivious."
    "Oh really?" I shout as Trent leans down to kiss her. I step forward and thump him on the shoulder.
    My breath evaporates in one big whoosh.
    I stumble back with bug eyes.
    What just happened?
    Trent shivers and rubs his shoulder. The shoulder I had just tried to hit.
    The shoulder my hand had just passed straight through.
    "Are you okay?" Julie touches his face.
    "Yeah." He shivers again then smiles down at her. "Come on, let's get out of here."
    He puts his hand on her lower back and leads her outside.
    I stand in frozen shock as I listen to the door click closed behind them.
    Breathing in through my nose, I approach the door with shaky steps. My arm is quivering as I reach for the door handle.
    My fingers pass through the metal.
    "No."
    It feels weird. Like, beyond weird. Not hard like metal should be... or cold, it's just... nothing. I feel nothing.
    A sharp pain shoots through my brain and I let out a cry. I clutch my head and drop to the floor, squeezing my eyes shut. The corridor begins to spin. I open my eyes as the walls rush towards me. My lungs fill with a scream of terror before everything goes black.

 
    CHAPTER FOUR
     

     
    I don't want to open my eyes. Every fiber of my being pulses with pain. Where am I?
    The first thing to register is the sound of birds whisking through the air above me.
    Whip-whip-whip.
    They chirp and sing to each other.
    Whip-whip-whip.
    What the hell are birds doing in a school corridor? My eyes pop open of their own accord.
    Large trees loom above me. The smell of pine wafts up my nose.
    Crap. Am I hallucinating?
    Why am I in a forest?
    I turn to take in my surroundings and feel a sharp pain sear down my neck.
    "Ahhh."
    It's like someone has mistaken my head for a nail. The hammer swings pound my brain in a steady, unrelenting rhythm.
    I squeeze my eyes shut. What is going on?
    Okay, just stop and think. You were with Trent, the scum bag who is cheating on you.
    Man, that stings. It's totally not important to my situation right now, but it still stings... real bad. My boyfriend is cheating on me with Julie Peters. Images of his hands and lips on my skin massacre my brain. How many girls had I been sharing those lips with? I feel sick. Instant tears line my lashes. I shake my head to ward them off. Not the world's best idea.
    The pain pulses with a vengeance, forcing me back to reality. At least I think it's reality.
    With slow movements, I investigate the origin of my headache. There's a large lump on the back of my head. It's soft and mushy, making me grimace. Is my hair wet?
    I pull my hand away and notice red liquid on my fingertips.
    Blood?
    I'm bleeding.
    I jerk at the realization and scream.
    The left side of my body feels as though it's been pounded with a ball pein hammer. I use my right hand to do a quick assessment. My arm is killing me. I don't want to touch it, but force myself to feel around the area. My elbow is swollen and throbbing. I try to move it again, but the pain is excruciating.
    I lie still as panicked breaths punch through my system. I am on the verge of an all out cry-fest. I can feel myself losing it. If I don't pull it together, panic is soon going to rob me of all common sense.
    Who gives a