AMARIS’S POV
Athazagoraphobia—that had been the word of the day during today’s Advanced English class.
It was defined as the fear of being forgotten, ignored, or abandoned.
Ignored.
That one stung more than it should—regardless of how much I tried to convince myself that it didn’t.
Ignoring each other was supposed to be the norm. We weren’t friends. We were hardly even civil with each other.
Just a few days ago, they had been the reason Tobias almost lost his life—beaten down and nearly torn apart.
Even way before then, before when they were simply the monsters of Firestone Academy to me, they offered no sympathy while their precious girlfriend harassed me.
They hated me almost as much as she did. Treated me like I was less than human.
But even in those times, the Romanov brothe
