It's been two days, two days since he hasn't spoken to Jett, and two days since he's been looking over his shoulder frantically as it something or someone might jump out of nowhere and do something to him.
Jamie hadn't slept properly. Every small noise at night felt like a threat. He kept checking the locks and the windows.
He'd started walking faster everywhere, subconsciously scanning crowds. He's been so much on edge that Jace started to notice something was wrong with him.
"Are you on drugs or something?" Jace had asked the night before, half joking, half concerned.
Jamie had forced a laugh, saying he was fine. He wasn't fine.
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That afternoon, classes dragged longer than usual. Jamie barely registered anything the lecturer said. His eyes kept drifting around.
By the time he finished his classes and reached the parking lot, it was already the late afternoon.
He told himself he was being paranoid. It was broad daylight, there were students everywhere.
