#Chapter 47 Smoking Hot Chemistry

“I am sorry I said that to you, “Amy said as she sat cross-legged across from me on my bed. “It was a rotten thing to say to my best friend.”

“Why did you say it?” I asked.

“I’m… I'm a little bit jealous of everything you have now,” Amy replied. “I hate being jealous of you, but I am.”

“What are you jealous of?”

“Oh, let's see. Stuff like the grand piano, the huge library, and the servants who do everything you ask them to do.”

A tear rolled down Amy’s cheek. “It made me think about how I need to wash dishes all night at Dad’s restaurant so my family can afford to eat, and I got mad and jealous.”

“I can understand that,” I told her. I felt guilty last night while eating at their restaurant because I knew she was in the kitchen doing the dishes.

But it’s more than just jealousy,” Amy said as more tears welled in her eyes. “I see you changing more and more every day. And then today, when I saw how much you belong in this mansion, I got scared.”

“Scared of what?” I didn’t understand what