Amelia's POVBeeMiles: You should've seen his face when I said you were sick and couldn't make it. Me: Who?BeeMiles: Girl, did you hit your head? Christian Grammer, that's who?Me: Oh. BeeMiles: Yes, oh. And Angel says you're lying about being sick. I believe him. Me: You can tell him to shut up. Now stop texting me, I'm at Spanish class with my mum.BeeMiles: Hey, how did you get well enough to get dressed for Spanish class? You were lying about being sick. Me: 🙄🙄BeeMiles: Why did you lie? Is this about the wanton list?Me: Why should it be about that?"BeeMiles: You've been dodging your coach and I since we made that list, that's why. Why the hell would you pass up a chance to show Christian Grammer your banging body when he personally invited you?Me: Because! Look, there'll be other chances, okay?BeeMiles: I take my question back. You did hit your head. And oh, Angel says to tell you that he'll rib you in about your secret Spanish classes. Me: Is he seeing this chat?Bee
Amelia's POVMy mother parks in front of the store and unstraps her seatbelt "Well, that depends."I roll my eyes because I know my mother. She's about to strike a deal with me."I'm putting together a small dinner party for Emilio in a few weeks. I want you to make sure Angel is on his best behavior at the party. I promise to make sure Emilio plays nice too. If you can promise me that, we have a deal."Asking Miguel Angel to be on his best behavior has more often resulted in him doing the opposite but I can see that my mum believes that I have some kind of hold on her stepson, even though I don't understand where she got that idea."Fine." I agree.She beams at me and opens her door"I'll get you a bike too so he doesn't suspect anything."I follow her into the store "And make sure to give it to him when I'm not there.""Deal."*************************"So, you're not talking to Adam. Again. What happened this time?" I try to keep the judgement out of my voice but from the glare B
Amelia's POVMiguel skipped school for the rest of the day. I found out when I went to ask Bianca to take him to the nurse to get his knuckles and lip checked. He'd turned off his phone and all my messages went unanswered. I didn't know why I was worried. Miguel had skipped school several times. But even when we were frenemies, he'd never left school without informing me or Bianca.And right now, I couldn't probe Bianca because I was giving her the silent treatment. There was no doubt in my mind that she had a hand in orchestrating the disaster that people were still gossiping about hours after the incident. "Knew I'd find you here" she who shall not be named says and drags out a chair rather loudly. The librarian gives her a look and she smiles sheepishly, turning her attention back to me. "So, this is not the reaction I was expecting." She whispers and I raise up my head to glare at her. "The library is going to close in the next thirty minutes, Bianca and some people, yes, pe
Amelia's POVShe squeezes my hand "I don't think so. I've never seen him mad at you. And believe me, he's pretty scary when he's mad. You should ask the girls in my class that come on to him when he's not in the mood." Unstrapping her seatbelt, she hugs me tight and I lean into her touch"Don't feel so bad, Mimi. Just find him and apologize. You're good at that. That's why everyone loves you."I snicker and she grins, kissing my cheek before she hops out of the car."Bye, good girl." she says with a knowing smile and the knife in my heart twists at Miguel's nickname for me that has become more or less a term of endearment.Yep, I'm going to do a lot of groveling.**************************I went to the lake.I went to the diner.I tried his phone.I went home.He was nowhere to be found, although Maria the third had said he'd come to the diner briefly before disappearing.My stepdad wasn't at dinner, having left for a two day trip before I got back from my search so it was easy to li
Chapter 21Amelia's POVSomeone knocks on my bedroom door and I halt the process of toweling my hair dry."Who is it?""It's the Grinch, here to steal Christmas spirit away." Miguel answers and I'm about to retort that it isn't even close to Christmas when I do a double take and look at the tiny towel covering my body. Opening my wardrobe with a squeal, I begin searching for a robe when he knocks again and adds"You do know I can pick locks, don't you, Mia?"Of course he can. Is there any bad thing he can't do?Finding a red woolen robe, I throw it over my body and run to the door, opening it to see him holding a pin in his hand, ready to pick my lock.Ugh."What happened to your manners?"He breezes past me into the room. "Buenos dias, Mia.""And what is good about this morning? It's a school day, I'm not a morning person and you're interrupting me in the middle of my preparation for school, shall I go on?"We take in each other's appearances at the same time.He's wearing a big y
Amelia's POVWe spent the day playing. I couldn't remember the last time I'd laughed this much. Miguel didn't want to do anything in town, so I drove into Denver and served as his personal tour guide. We visited an art gallery, the aquarium and climbed to the very top of the biggest church in the vicinity even though Miguel had nearly puked all over my body from fear of standing too close to the edge.We tried different foods and he even tried to teach me how to use the camera. I failed in flying colours. Three times, people stopped us to say how cute we were as a couple. Those three times, neither of us corrected them. A lady holding a camera of her own had even volunteered to help take pictures of us and it had taken persistent begging before I agreed to stand beside Miguel. It was like standing beside Poseidon. Yes, Poseidon because he's the god of earthquakes and Miguel is just that pretty. Some teenage girls who I guessed were skipping school recognized Miguel and asked me to hel
Amelia's POV"You're going to be a great doctor." I hear him say and my eyes move away from his beautiful mouth to his eyes. "How'd you know that?" I whisper because my voice is weak. Tired. Lost in the depth of his gaze."Because asides that beautiful brain of yours, and your brain is beautiful, you have the biggest heart. And that is the best combination. And that's why you're capable of seeing something in me that isn't my body."Oh, I can see his body just fine, but I can see more. I want more. And it fucking terrifies me. I laugh softly and when he removes his hands from my face reluctantly, I shiver from the loss of his warmth. "This is why I brought that jacket." I tell him and he stands, taking the camera from my hand "I'll go get it for you." He picks up the pile he arranged earlier "And put this in the trunk. To dispose on our way home." And he says there's nothing good about him. I stand up, turning to watch him go and when he comes back, the jacket in his hand, he pau
Amelia's POVI answer the messages pending from Bianca.BeeMiles: The media is blowing up about it. They think it's his new girlfriend. Others are saying it's a model. His manager posted the pictures too, with the caption 'He's back. Thank you for your love and supportive messages'. I think it's because of his mum's rehab situation and his DUI charge. But whatttttttttttttttttttttttttttt!?! I know it's you. I mean, not from the pictures, but because he told me about y'all skipping school and then this turns up. Am I right? Am I right?Before I finish reading the message, she calls me. "How does it feel to your brother's muse? You're such a lucky bitch."I don't want him to be my brother, B. Can your mum adopt him?"Anything on the gossip blog?" I say instead, my chest tightening even further."Everyone is speculating. But no one has your hair at school. So the census is either it's you or he got someone to wear a wig the exact shade as your hair. Either way, everyone wants to swap pla