Emily's POV.

  

  The fluorescent lights in the school bathroom buzzed overhead, making everything look too bright and harsh on the old, chipped tiles. 

  

  I pushed my glasses up my nose, my fingers shaking a little as I tugged at the hem of my pleated skirt. 

  

  

  It kept bunching up in my hands because I could not stop fidgeting. 

  

  The air smelled strong of cheap cologne, the kind that stuck in your throat and made it hard to breathe right. 

  

  I had run in here to get away from the noisy hallway, but now I was stuck facing Jake Harper, the guy everyone called the bad boy. 

  

  He leaned against the...