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Amara POV
I hadn't seen my best friend in 35 days.
Trust me, I had been counting.
I had tried to find any information on her, but all I could find in her room was a $100 bill set on her desk with the words 'for Devin, my last wish,' scratched into her desk.
I swallowed hard at the memory.
Last wish?

Better not be.

When my dad found out what I was doing he had yelled at me. And Dad never yelled.
  My search for her had been stalled.
     It sucked.

So imagine my surprise when Chelsie came crawling through my window at 12:00am, looking fitter than I've ever seen her, drop dead gorgeous, and dressed like a completely different person.
It took me a moment to register it was her. And when I did I pulled her into a bear hug, crushing her in my arms before pushing her away and holding her at arms length.

"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? I WAS SO WORRIED— YOU IDIOT!" I yelled, holding back an onslaught of tears.
  Chelsie winced.
"I'm sorry, Mara. So freaking sorry." Her voice was soft. I pressed my lips together to keep from crying.
"When I saw your note I thought you were dead... or... or I don't know! Dead!"

She took my hand and held it in her own.
"So much has happened. I'm in hiding. I have a new identity, a new guardian, a new house, a new number... even a new dog."
  I blinked at her.
"Are you drunk?"

Chelsie have me a flat look.
  "Amara, the Head of Humanity isn't who we think he is. I have to go by the name Gracie now," she made a face of disgust. Gracie was our childhood nemesis.
  "Ew."
Chelsie cracked a small smile.
"I know, right?"
I heard a noise from downstairs. Chelsie's hands tightened on my own, a look of fear flashing in her eyes.
  "Look, I have to go. I'm not even supposed to talk to you, see you, or even think of you. For my safety. I just... I just needed to know you're okay."

I made a face.
  "Oh yeah, I'm fine. It's not like I thought he you were dead. It's not like I've been trying to find you. Dad... well, Dad got really mad when I mentioned you. He yelled." I shifted uncomfortably.
Chelsie bit her lip.
"He never yells." She commented absently.
"Yeah." I mumbled.
I heard the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs. Chelsie squeezed my arm.
"I have to go. I love you. I miss you... I. I just have to go."

With one last tight hug she had disappeared out the window and I was left alone in my room.
I looked at the body length mirror. At the girl staring back at me.
Her hair was brown with tints of caramel.
Her eyes were large, and hazel green.
Her nose small, slightly upturned.
Her lips soft pink.
And her skin stained with mascara tears.

  I wiped my cheeks, smudging the blackness even more.
I was so pathetic.
I was scared. I was confused. I had no idea what was going on.

My door creaked open my little Aussie, Destiny, padded in. She softly licked my finger tips. I buried my hands in her fur, closing my eyes and taking deep breaths.

Hang in there, tough girl.
Hang in there.

I didn't even go down to dinner.
I closed my eyes and went straight to bed.

...and woke up an hour later to find someone sitting in my room.

I freaked out and threw the closest thing at the masculine form.
Sucks for him that the closest thing happened to be half open scissors.

He ducked, a shaft of light from the open window hitting his face for a second, illuminating chiseled features.

Adrenaline in my veins, I threw everything near me at his body.
A pillow, a rock, a bottle of perfume that shattered as it hit the wall, splashing cinnamon scented liquid everywhere.
He dodged everything.
Stupid kid.