25

Amelia's pov

It's lunch time and Foster and I were on the line waiting to get our trays filled when I spotted a familiar head.

My grip on the tray turned brutal as I glared at him and then I saw her, her arms around his, her body plastered so close as they walked toward the lunch table set in the middle of the room.

Anger surged through me and my grip on the tray become almost lethal. She's giggling, rubbing against his arm, saying something with her mouth. Her actions infuriate me to the point I am blinded by rage.

"Hey, where are you going?" Foster's surprised voice made me realize that I had given him my tray and was making my way over to the couple. It seems he had noticed my line of vision because he utters the word, shit and fuck.

The clatter of trays and chatter of the students around blurs into nothing but silence for me as I focus on the two seated like a king and queen on their throne. The little distance between them irritates me and I grow more vexed when Raiden spots me.