I watched Aimee as she tried to sneak into Brent’s dorm as I had earlier done. But the group Aimee tried to tag along with recognized her at once and knew she didn’t belong.
She was cast out onto the sidewalk faster than I had been. Joseph might have dragged me hard enough to bruise my wrist, but Aimee was outright tossed. Her elbows and knees scuffed. The sidewalk tore holes into her jeans, revealing red burned skin underneath.
At once, I rushed to her side and helped her up onto her feet.
I couldn’t reveal that I knew so much about her, since my fake social profile was a secret, but I didn’t have to be a careless observer either.
“Are you okay?” I asked her.
When she was standing, she shrugged off my helping hands. “I’m fine.”
I tried not to take it personally. “What were you tryin
