Amelia's pov" Please tell me this isn't Raiden's hoodie," Foster's lips are slackened into a gape as he stared at the very oversized hoodie currently swallowing my petite figure.I winced, my fingers playing with the strap of my bag. " It is, but I am to return it later on."Foster looks terrified. " Amelia," he swallowed and looked behind me. Intrigued, I turn to stare at who had made him look like he swallowed a huge marble down his throat. My eyes fall on her, her narrowing eyes lighting up fire on the hoodie. She looks vexed.I rolled my eyes. "He's the one who pushed me to take it. It means nothing and if she has an issue with it, she should speak to him about it." I shrugged. My mom taught me to not fear anyone, including girls like Dayna.Foster doesn't look convinced and swallows, his eyes on Dayna. " I don't know Amelia, she looks pissed off."She does, there's no denying how much steam is coming out from her ears as she shoots me with silent death threats. I tugged at Raide
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