Miracle's POV
I turned around and found Cami standing there. She gave me a soft, worried smile, rubbing her hands together. With her hair in pigtails, she looked like she was sixteen, not eighteen.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I whispered, not really meaning it.
"Come on," she said. "Let's go back before we get in trouble."
We walked toward the hall in an awkward silence. The only sound was the crunch of leaves under our feet.
"I saw Hardy walking away," Cami finally said. "You two know each other?"
"Not anymore. I'm pretty sure he'll never speak to me again." And I meant it. I had just yelled at him for no good reason.
Cami was quiet for a moment. "Why?" she asked.
I just gave her a look, hoping she'd drop it.
