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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