JAMAL's POV

She scared the hell out of me last night. And she was right in front of me again.

Her black hair was tied into a messy bun, a strand brushing her face as the wind blew. She looked sane and her smile was so pretty and infectious that I almost did not recognize her. She sure had a lot of versions of herself.  She could be crazy and even crazier. And no matter how her eyes lit up and her chestnut brown eyes portrayed innocence and beauty. I knew last night's version of Michaela was hidden deep down. How could she do this to me? I mean what...