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Amelia’s POV.“Yes, Mr. Greyson, your girlfriend really helped in the bully case.” The head teacher's words hung in the air, a chilling mist enveloping me. I swallowed hard, a knot of dread tightening in my chest. “Girlfriend?” Mr. Greyson echoed, his voice a low murmur as his eyebrows furrowed confused.I could feel the blood draining from my face, my hands clammy with fear. Holy shit, I'm dead, I thought, my mind racing through potential escape routes. But there was no escape—the truth was out, and I was left standing. How do I explain to him that I was the one who made the head teacher think we were in a relationship?Greyson's eyes lingered on me like a predator stalking its prey, his gaze a palpable force that made my skin crawl. My fingers twitched nervously, twisting strands of hair as I tried to ignore the head teacher's prying question.“Isn't she your girlfriend?” she prodded, her voice a grating reminder of my predicament. My blood boiled, my nails digging into my palm as

Greyson’s POV.My eyes darted between Jayden and Amelia, my mind spinning. "What's going on?" I asked, my voice shaking with confusion. "Nothing," Jayden replied, his face betraying no emotion. He ran off to the bathroom, and Amelia let out a laugh, shaking her head. I stood there, feeling like I was missing something important. "Jayden!" I called out, but he didn't respond. “Jayden!” "Papa, I'm late for school!" I heard him shout from the bathroom, and I couldn't help but chuckle.I was so curious about what Jayden had been about to say before he ran off. I knew that the only way to get him to talk would be to offer him something he loved - chocolate. I watched as he interacted with Amelia, a warm feeling filling my heart. Jayden was usually so reserved, but with Amelia, he was different. He seemed to be more open and comfortable, and it melted my heart to see how well they got along. I wanted to know what it was about her that made him so different, but I knew I would have to be

Amelia’s POV.Just then, the door to my room burst open. I spun around, startled, to see Greyson standing in the doorway, a sheepish smile on his face. I blushed at the memory of our kiss, my face heating up like a furnace. I couldn't bring myself to meet his eyes, so I looked away, my heart racing. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt," he said, his voice soft and apologetic. "It's okay," I managed to say, my voice sounding small and far away. "I just wanted to check on you," he said. "Are you okay?" I swallowed hard, my heart still pounding in my chest. "I'm... I'm okay," I said, still not meeting his gaze. I felt like a silly schoolgirl, unable to control my emotions. "Are you sure?" he asked, his tone gentle and caring. I took a deep breath and forced myself to look at him. I knew I shouldn't have looked into his eyes. It was like diving headfirst into an ocean of emotion, and I was drowning. His eyes were so intense, so full of feeling, that I could hardly breathe. I let o

Greyson’s POV."Are you okay?" I asked, looking at her with concern. She nodded, but her eyes were still watery. I patted her back and offered her a tissue. I couldn't help but wonder why she had started choking. I thought back to the question I had asked her, about whether or not she had a boyfriend. Has it been a sensitive subject for her? I decided to ask again, gently. "Do you mind if I ask, do you have a boyfriend?" I said, trying to keep my tone neutral. She looked at me with a skeptical expression, as if she was trying to decide if she should speak or not."No, I don't," she blurted out, her cheeks turning red. I gave her a sly smile, and she rolled her eyes. "How would a pretty girl like you not have a boyfriend?" I teased, gently taking her hand and caressing it. She shrugged. "The pretty girl has spent most of her time babysitting your son," she said, her tone light and joking. I feigned hurt, clutching my heart and groaning, "Ouch! That stings." She let out a laugh a

Amelia’s POV.“Ami, please can you dance with my papa,” he pouted and I stared at him, my jaw dropped. How on earth can I dance with Greyson?“No,” I replied, shaking my head, but then Greyson spoke which made me more confused.Greyson's eyes pleaded with me as he asked me to dance with his son. "Come on," he said, his voice soft. "It would be fun, and it would make Jayden so happy." But I just couldn't do it. The thought of dancing in front of a crowd of people made me feel like I was going to faint, and with Greyson? I doubt if I would have any atom of self control. I shook my head, my hands trembling as I backed away. "No, no, I can't," I said, panic rising in my chest. "Please don't make me do this." But Jayden wasn't giving up. He came up to me, giving me his puppy eyes.“Please Ami, I want to show my classmate how my weekend went,” he pouted. "Ami, please," Greyson said, his voice pleading. "Jayden really wants you to dance. And it would only be for a few minutes. I know it'

Amelia’s POV.“Please, Amelia,” he pouted, his lower lip quivering. I couldn't say no to that face. “Okay,” I said, surrendering with a sigh. “Yay!” he exclaimed, jumping up and down. I laughed, his enthusiasm contagious. “Let's go get ready,” he said, running off to his room. I shook my head, a smile playing on my lips. I may have been having doubts about this carnival trip, but it was impossible to resist Jayden’s enthusiasm. I stood up and followed him to his room.I helped him select an outfit and dress him, while I headed to my room to get ready. I took a hot shower, the steam filling the room and relaxing my muscles. I got out, wrapping a towel around myself. I put on my favorite pair of blue jeans and a black crop top that showed off my cleavage and accentuated my toned stomach. I knew I looked good, and I had to admit that a part of me was hoping to catch Greyson's eye. I smiled, a mischievous glint in my eyes.I curled my hair, letting it fall down my back in soft waves.