With her arms wrapped around herself, Reyna moved forward slowly. She knew once her dad heard about this he would immediately try to find another school for her to attend.After all, something like this is what landed her in Fairfield, to begin with. Her mind had wandered back to her life in Paris a lot recently. It wasn’t as if she could help it. Everything was happening just reminded her of it more and more every day. Sometimes when the girl was just about to fall asleep, she could swear her feet were running across the concrete and it would startle her awake. the times she could hear the feigned laughter that Stacia would have when she put on a brave face. She looked like she had it all figured out those days...
The truth was... Whitney reminded Reyna of Stacia. Everything about her screamed the girl to Reyna. All those months ago... she’d treated Whitney as if she were Stacia. But Whitney had a softer aura around her. Stacia had known Reyna long enough to know, the statistics. The talk of playing games to think of the worst and best scenarios. They were just her own way of trying to help someone process. The rushing up to someone, and grasping onto them. Even when she was terrified, or even when she’d been in that trap with Kace...
That wasn’t the Reyna that Stacia had, but it was the one she needed. And she reasoned. It was the Reyna Whitney needed all those months ago when she was frightened about Gunner... and now Gunner was found. But could he even be considered that? Technically the answer was yes. Shaking her head Reyna shuts her eyes. She’d been right... even though she’d correct herself every time she thought it. If one of them was dead now. It wouldn’t take long for the others to slowly show up.
Looking up slowly Reyna moves forward faster. “Ms. Newman! Can I talk to you for a moment?”