AMARA'S POV
“Here hold this,” Jaylin handed the bag to me the instant we got out of the car. “Luna Melissa thinks it'll be good if you're useful in school. My hands hurt all day from holding my bag,” Jaylin massaged her hands slightly.
“Hey Jaylin!” Zayn called from the entrance of the school.
Jaylin shrugged, a small smile plastering her lips. She perked her head sideways and glared at me. “What the hell are you waiting for?” She gritted through clenched teeth. “Take this bag to the class. I want to speak to—”
The screeching sounds of tires rolling over snow pierced through my ears. The minute the car engine died, Shirley stepped down from the car.
“Amy, give the bag back to her,” Shirley spat.
I shook my head. Shirley had been an awesome friend since I stepped foot into Oakvi
