NATE'S POV

I look over to Ryli. It's lunch time, but she's acting really weird. She's not touching her food at all and she's glaring into her compact mirror. She moves her long blonde hair to the right, and then the left. I touch her arm. "Hey, Ryli, is something wrong?" She whips her head around in my direction. "I've got a really bad headache, Nate." I'm not even sure I really hear what she says next. My mouth hangs open as she snaps the compact shut and walk away.