AMELIA
You see, I'm not going to kiss anyone. That's why the time I fixed expired, and I still waited for Cam. But now that I spot him over there, glued to Harper, all my hesitation fades, anger striking in my head like madness. I let him see it in my eyes; there's nothing going to stop me now.
There's a sinister shift in his gaze, meant to instill fear. I wonder in who because I don't flinch. His head angles with predatory anticipation.
Let him watch; I'm so over him.
My emotions bolster my resilience. It's the remembrance of Harper and Cameron's faces standing behind me that fuels me from puking all over the boy's face as he smiles at me. I don't want to kiss this boy; I don't want any part of me to touch his bare body. Then again, there are six more like him waiting, and I haven't
