d smile, recognizing her best fri
arkling mischievously. "Don't 'Stella'
her off to the side of the hallway. "I haven
r excuse? You missed my party, Amelia. The
I know. I'm sorry for not being there, but
layfully. "That's a lame excuse, and you
ly. "And that's why I'm apologizing. I'm t
er closely. "You don't loo
n excuse. She quickly averted her gaze. "Oh
ired? You look more than just tired, Amelia. So
ella's attention. "Really, it's nothing. Ju
.. if you say so. But you're acting weird. A
ituation. The last thing she needed was Stella insisting on visiting Ryan's mansion. Knowing Stella, she'd probably demand a full tour-an
ined. "Seriously, it's nothing. Just give me some ti
urther. Finally, she sighed. "Fine. But don't think you're
change the subject. "Deal. Whatever
Amelia. "Good. Now let's get to class before Mr
g about everything she'd missed at the party. Amelia smiled and nodded
ing about Ryan and that
ok, doodling absentmindedly as her thoughts spiraled. She couldn't sh
her. Who could it have been? And why had
lling her out of her reve
Amelia said quickly, st
ok. "You've been spacing out t
orcing a smile. "Just thi
ight. Like you've ever b
rer clapped her hands, signaling the end of class. The students
d her arm through Amelia's. "Okay, spill. What's rea
g," Amelia said, hoping
up easily. "Is it a boy? Oh
eks flushed.
h-huh. Sure. You'r
m n
ho is it? Tell
ay from Stella. "There's n
s a boy, you'd better tell me. Best
ile, guilt twisting in h
ia made her way toward the library. She needed some quiet tim
melia pulled out her notebook and pretended to
d distant, and the next, he was staring at that photograph lik
he thought, resting h
as something about Ryan that drew her in
n of thought. She glanced at the sc
ling in okay. Call me
, typing out
's fine. Will c
leaned back in her chair,
erly. Nothing about th

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