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I think I might be developing a superpower.

Skye looks down at her fuchsia arms.

“Can I at least go to the infirmary first?”

“No. You can go explain to Principal Tremayne why you’re pink.”

“It’s fuchsia,” Evangeline mutters.

I press my lips together.

Not funny.

Absolutely not funny.

Okay, maybe a little funny.

Randall and Skye head toward the building. Evangeline doesn't.

She's still crying.

Big, brokenhearted tears.

And just like that, my irritation disappears.

“Evangeline.”

“He said he loved me.”

Oh.

Shit.

Teenagers.

Sometimes I forget how enormous everything feels when you're seventeen.

First love.

First heartbreak.

First betrayal.

Every emotion is the end of the freaking world because you haven't lived long enough to know the world keeps turning.

I walk over to her.

“Hey.”

She wipes furiously at her cheeks.

“I'm sorry, Professor Daniels.”

“I know.”

“I'm still getting detention, aren't I?”

“Oh, absolutely.”