Amelia's POV The weeks that follow that night at the party are different. I can't put my finger on what changed but I know I've stopped hating being around Miguel. Not that I truly hated it in the beginning. To my eternal dismay.We haven't spoken much since that night, our conversations still centered around him teasing me seven ways to Sunday and my squirmy and exasperated sarcastic responses but we've fallen into a rhythm. I leave a glass of mango juice on the table for him every morning by the time he comes down and he doesn't smoke in the car. He walks me to my locker before going about his business. Whoever gets to the cafeteria first helps the other get their lunch. We sit beside each other in the classes we share. If I'm his babysitter, he is my shadow. Except when he is charming the pants off the entire female population and I've made Bianca swear to never give me the details. I'm not sure anyone has noticed Miguel the way I have and while it's disturbing, it has shed some

Amelia's POV"How many more of my secrets have you told Miguel?" I ask Bianca as we walk towards Geography class. My best friend has the nerve to act clueless for a minute before she pouts like she hasn't been dodging the question for three days. I roll my eyes and increase my stride. "Amy, I promise it's only that one about the crush–" I turn and slam my free hand over her lips and she realizes why I have an alarmed look on my face. "You want to tell the whole world now, is that it?" I whisper and she raises her hands in mock surrender, mumbling words against my hand. When I remove my hand, she lets out a dramatic breath and looks apologetic "Sorry." She whisper-yells. "You can't even whisper to save your life. " I reply and swivel to continue our walk to class. She picks up her pace to match mine. "Don't be mad at me, Mimi." She says, hooking her arm around mine and wearing a smirk because she knows I can't stand being called the name of the large teddy bear that she cuddles

Amelia's POVI barge into Miguel's room just before dinner "Teach me how to be wanton." "The one day that I don't have lunch with you and hell freezes over." "I said teach me how to—" The remaining words die in my throat when I take in his state of undress. The white towel rides dangerously low on his waist, his hands working another towel over his wet locks. My eyes trace the outline of his lean body like a vulture eyeing it's next meal, my gaze settling on his abs where drops of water trickle down the pecs and the outline of a tattoo disappears down the towel.Look away, Amelia. Look away. I can't. When my gaze finally moves away from his abs to look at his face, I don't see the Miguel that I'm used to. The cocky unashamed taunting Miguel. The Miguel that would have said something absolutely lewd and revelled in the fact that I'm gawking at him in a way that a sister should never look at a brother. He's looking at me like he likes my eyes on him. Like it's absolutely okay for

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 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