CHAPTER 13
Jack kisses me like he’s checking if I’m real.
Hard. Messy. Desperate.
We’re hidden behind the gym, hands shaking, breath uneven.
“I don’t care what I am,” he says against my mouth. “I just want this.”
I kiss him back. Choice after choice after choice.
The ground vibrates.
Jack pulls away. His face drains.
“They’re angry,” he says.
“Who?”
“All of it.”
The sky darkens too fast. Wind whips up. Somewhere, glass shatters.
“You have to let me go,” he says suddenly.
“No.”
“If I don’t leave,” he says, “they’ll take someone else.”
A scream cuts through the air. From inside the school.
We run.
