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Amelia's pov

I am not sure why I felt so guilty walking the halls of Creek High but I do and it feels as though a huge weight is on my shoulder, tugging me down and preventing me from even looking straight ahead.

" Amelia!" I feel a sudden weight that is not the burden I had seconds ago come over my shoulders and glance to the side to see Foster smiling at me. He's cheerful this early morning.

I eye him suspiciously and his grin widens. " I talked Pickett into coming back to school today," he boast with a slight chirp in his tone. I smile, it's tight and almost a cringe because now I finally come to a realization of why I was feeling so guilty.

Pickett. I was an awful friend for kissing Raiden and now I had let him touch me in ways no one has ever. I reach my locker, putting the combination to open it. " That's great!" I try to keep my voice steady and not have guilt swim in my tone.

Foster nods eagerly. " It is, I know Pickett and I honestly thought she'd want to switch schools,"