Amora's pov
Stefan kept his promise and didn't tell my mother about my fake sickness.
I get down from the bed soaked up in sweat because my mother insisted that I cover myself up to sleep.
Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I run my hands roughly through my hair, and images of my schoolmates bullying me keep replaying in my head.
"I might as well just stay home again and continue like this until they all forget about me somehow." I murmured to myself and rubbed my palms against my neck to make it hot.
"Don't even think about it, Amora. And you better get ready for school before I get back here."Stefan says this from the door, and I roll my eyes as I turn to face him.
"But Stefan...."
"No buts, young lady. I have made myself clear. Either you get ready for school or you get rea
