Heart of Gold

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After going back into the house, I texted Amalia to make sure she was okay. She didn't respond anytime soon. It wasn't until that I got back home that I received a message from her, saying that she was alright.

I didn't bother with texting back, instead, I called her.

"You don't have to always call every time I say something you don't agree on," was her first response.

"I just wanted to make sure you were okay, there isn't anything wrong with me checking on a friend."

"We're friends?" she snorts.

"Well I consider you as one," I begin to get embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, I didn't think you did. You always seem to get mad at me for no reason," she sounds interested.

"Yeah, because I worry as a friend," I could feel my cheeks blush.

'Shit.'

"Well, in that case, I am sorry for taking it the wrong way. I thought you were just being a jerk, I was honestly scared what would happen between you and Ezra," she chuckles.

"You mean me beating him in a fight?" I smirk.

"Uh I think it would be the other way around," she laughs.

"What makes you say that?" I chuckle as well.

"For starters, he's over six feet tall," she snorts.

"So? I can easily take him down. It's not about height or strength, it's about wit and speed," I explain.

"Maybe but I still think he would win," I could tell she was smiling.

We stay up talking late for a while. We mostly were exchanging horrible pick up lines, well, she was saying them, I was happy to listen to every single one of them. Apparently, Roger didn't like her humor, so she's been keeping all of these to herself.

Eventually, Amalia dozes off while still being on the phone. I wasn't all that surprised, it was really late. So I lay there on my bed, listening to her light snores on the other line.

"What are you doing to me?" I mumble and then I hung up the phone and try to get some sleep.

...

The rest of the weekend was pretty uneventful. I would mostly do homework or argue with my mom. Nothing new. Although Amalia and I did end up talking a lot more.

It was a nice change. My mom noticed and now she knows that there's a girl.

Monday came and I was hopeful. As I got out of the car and began walking towards the gates, I noticed Amalia. I picked up the pace and bumped into her.

"Hey stranger," she smiles.

"How was your weekend?" I ask.

Believe it or not, I was actually interested.

"Uh, it was okay, nothing interesting," she shrugs.

I stop her to tie my shoelaces before we can continue some more. When I was all done, I look up ahead to where she was standing. Now at a distance with a clear view, I see something on her legs.

"Amalia, why are you all bruised up?" I mumble when I get close enough.

Her eyes widen and she looks down.

She had jeans, but they were ripped and they didn't cover the purple and green bruises she had.

My thoughts go back to the other night with the car that kept on swerving and the fact that it took a while for her to respond to my message.