Amelia's POV
Miguel stretches his legs, a wanton smile on his lips. I hate how he looks ridiculously good wearing what I'm wearing; a plain tee and black ripped jeans "Hit me, sweet girl. Just mind the lip ring. It's really sensitive." Everyone laughs and Sara beames, almost attacking his mouth with a smooch that has people whistling and clapping. I shift uncomfortably in my seat, fuming and angry that I'm reacting to what should be none of my business. It's just a dumb kiss. Miguel has kissed half of the school already. As long as he isn't humping some married woman, everything should be fine, right?
Why is it even my business?
Immediately the kiss ends, his eyes flies to mine and he licks his bottom lip. "Strawberry lipgloss. I like."
Ugh.
Sara laughs, whispering in
