AMARA'S POV
Pain curled around my chest. The sting from the second hand embarrassment I'd just experienced from Rylan was still fresh in my memory.
I struggled to drag my heavy feet to my desk, and slouched down against it. Shirley placed a firm hand over my shoulders. “I'm sorry you had to go through that,” She explained. “Rylan isn't usually like that. I don't know what's gotten into his head.”
My eyes stung with unshed tears. I forced a smile over my lips. “It's okay. Nevermind. I'll get over it soon,” I reiterated. Some of the students casted dirty snarky looks at me, but I ignored and created a mind block.
Soon, a teacher walked into the class, and the tension tampered down for a bit. “Pfft. I'm glad Prince Rylan finally woke up, and allowed you to put her in her place.” someon
