The Third POVFlint pushed through the doors, not looking back even once. Amy tried to follow, calling after him, but he didn’t slow down. He didn’t want anyone near him, not Amy, not his friends, and especially not Morgan or Lola.He moved fast, his anger pushing him toward the trees at the edge of campus. The sky above was gray, and the first hint of a chill made the forest feel quiet and empty. Flint didn’t care. He walked until the crowd noises faded and only the sound of his boots on leaves remained.When he finally stopped, he was deep enough in the woods that no one would see or hear him. He clenched his fists, feeling his nails dig into his palms. The image of Lola looking at him with hurt in her eyes kept flashing through his mind. Worse, he couldn’t stop thinking about Morgan kissing her in front of everyone, her shock, the way she’d let Morgan take her hand. It played on a loop, stinging every time.Flint squeezed his eyes shut, telling himself again, “I’m doing this for t
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