My expression briefly plummets. “Oh.”

She offers me a look of pity. “Is there someone you can call for a ride?”

No. But not wanting her to continue to look at me with pity, I nod. “Yeah, I can call my aunt.” As tears burn in my eyes, I hurriedly turn to leave. “Thanks for looking that up for me.”

“You’re welcome,” she says as I push out the door and step into the now mostly vacant hallway.

Shit. What am I going to do? I have no damn idea.

So much for a great first day.

Resisting the urge to cry, I wander down the hallway. I could text my aunt and beg her to come get me, but that might not even work. I do a map search and see that the walk home is about seven miles. If I jogged, I could get home in a couple of hours, right before it gets dark.

Seeing no other option, I make my way toward the exit doors then pause as I’m walking by the gym. The doors are shut but have windows, and I can hear the sounds of balls being bounced. When I peek in, I see guys playing basketball. Or, more specifically, Hunter playing basketball. He’s only wearing shorts so his chest is on full display. He has a couple of small tattoos, but I’m too far away to tell what they are. He’s also lean, defined, and is dripping with sweat. It’s … Well, it’s making me feel really damn warm as I watch him.

“What’re you doing?”

I startle, thinking maybe this is it—the way Dixie May is going to get me back—but then I glance to the side and see Katy standing beside me. I relax just a drop, but not completely, recalling how she chased Hunter across the parking lot.

“I was just watching the tryouts,” I say. “Well, glancing at them.”

Her gaze flicks from the window to me then she crosses her arms. “Hunter’s in there.”

“Um, yeah, I know.” I adjust the handle of my backpack. “I wasn’t watching him, though.” Liar. I was totally watching him.

Her brow meticulously arches. “Bullshit. I saw you drive off today with Hunter in his car.”

“Well, I was technically with Harlow, Hunter’s sister—”

“I know who Hunter’s sister is,” she cuts me off, stepping toward me. “Everyone does. Everyone also knows she’s a freak. So if you’re hanging out with her, that makes you a freak. At least, by a technicality.”

So over this conversation, I lift my brows. “Okay, I’m gonna go.” I move to step around her, but she grabs ahold of my arm.

“Stay away from Hunter,” she warns, gripping my arm tightly.

I roughly jerk away from her then lean in. “Don’t ever fucking touch me again or else I’ll break your goddamn hand.”

She glares at me, and I glare right back before walking off.

Dude, Hunter was right. She is a crazy lunatic. I’m just glad I decided to go to lunch with Harlow today and not sit down in the cafeteria with her friends.