AMELIA
The class hasn't started, but all the students are here. Strangely, I receive more recognition than usual – eyes, waves, and even seats are offered by groups I've never talked to.
What's happening? I just want to know I'm not crazy.
My smile feels awkward, and when Isaac's voice calls me, it's relieving. I can lean on him for answers.
"Thank you," I nervously tell the four boys grinning at me. I squeeze towards the row Isaac and Malia are flagging me over.
First, I hug Isaac and then Malia, who's sitting.
"Hey, love," Malia says as I sit next to her.
Isaac's leaning on the table, facing us, "Oh, I love the drip."
Blushing, I move my hair to the back, "Cam and I stopped to shop for something to wear. I literally have all my things at your place, Isaac."
Their eyes widen in a
