AMELIA
"Oh, Princess, you're dangling out of the window from the fifth floor like a clapper, and yet you'll say I'm the stubborn one," he chuckles playfully.
I am glad he finds it funny.
"You should leave," I grumble.
"See, I said it. You'll blame me, and you just prove me right," he counters, pointing his fingers as though he just guessed the hardest number.
Embarrassed, I lower my eyes, and there I find a group of students whose concentration has clearly shifted to Cam; you can hear their giggles from here.
Pathetic.
"You should go sign autographs," I spitefully mock without looking at him.
"Only if you'll be my pretend paparazzi since I'm famous for nothing," he plays along, not like I mean, I reckon it is intentional.
"You might want to ask Harper for permission though," I f
