Amelia's POV
I wake up and stretch my limbs, before swinging my legs over the side of the bed. I hear music playing in the other room letting me know Milo is here.
I finally get the energy to stand when I notice Milo's denim jacket hanging on the back of the chair...with his notebook peeking out of the pocket.
I'm not going to read it.
I'm not going to read it.
I pace back and forth for a minute before giving in. Jogging towards the jacket and pulling out the tiny book with shakey hands.
I start to flip through the pages that were blank trying to find any form of writing.
"A-amelia?"
Oh God not now.
I slowly turn my head and look up at his confused face turn angry.
"Why do you have my notebook..." His jaw locks and his fist clench.
"I didn't read anything I swear."
"That wasn't my question."
"I just-"
"Do you not trust me?" He asks walking closer.
"No I do, this wasn't about trust, I just got curious."
"Privacy is a big deal Amelia- a really big deal."
"Look I'm sorry I won't try it a-" my voice gets stuck in my throat when my head whips to the side.
He hit me.
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Berserk
Teen Fictionber·serk adjective out of control with anger or excitement; wild or frenzied. /// (This book is a sequel to Unorthodox) Amelia starts to realize her new start at life comes at a price. New characters, secrets, and of course complications. /// "Naive...
