24

Amelia's pov

"Amelia," dad sighed for what felt like the fiftieth time. I wouldn't be surprised if it actually was.

"See you at home." I told him and got out, closing the door behind me and jogging up to the entrance of the school.

I looked back when I heard him driving off. Guilt bit at me. I perhaps shouldn't have said those words, but I can't help but feel as if he wanted to get Raiden and I on friendly terms for his own selfish gains.

"Oh finally you're here," I turned around when I heard Foster's voice. His entire face e is sweaty and he looks exhausted.

"What the hell happened to you?" I whipped out of my mouth as soon as he grabbed my arm and pulled me into the building.

"Couldn't call you because I still have not been given my phone back by that bitch," he grumbled, skillfully moving around the students and tugging me along with him.

"Pickett locked herself in the locker room and will not get out," he said in one breath . "I've tried talking to her but she's panicking. Everyon