AMELIA

“We’re having a party right now. Come on.” He gestured towards the door.

 “What? Really?” I asked in disbelief.

 “It’s Theia’s idea when she heard Nora was going to celebrate for punching you.”

 “Oh, I see. Be careful with her. She might be small, but she’s dangerous.” I walked out of the washroom. The party hadn’t started but the DJ had already assembled his equipment. “How did you pull this off?”

 “We got friends from the rage and free booze ...