I was late getting out of Ms. Bettie's class, which meant I'd be late to lunch, too. This was the one period during the day when I could just be with Trent, uninterrupted, and thanks to Ms. Bettie's inability to read a clock, I was losing precious time with my boyfriend.
I ran down the now mostly empty hall to my locker and shoved everything inside, slamming the door shut harder than necessary.
A sudden chill snaked up my arms. Why was it always so cold in this school? I rubbed my hands up and down my arms, but it did nothing to calm the sudden unease swirling in my gut. I couldn't shake the feeling I was being watched.
I glanced around. The hallway was completely empty. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on edge. I picked up my pace, suddenly very eager to get back to the cafeteria. I rounded the corner and came to a skidding halt.