Amara was already awake when Tabitha woke up. Immediately she pulled her eyes away from her sleeping roommate and went back to pretending to study. Tabitha didn't say anything, even though Amara longed to hear her talk.
"Morning Tabby," she chirped.
"Whatever," Tabitha muttered ignoring Amara completely.
What did I do wrong? Did she see me last night? Amara wondered watching Tabitha, her heart hurting a little with the way Tabitha was treating her. She
watched Tabby get dressed, although she was pretending not to. For some reason Tabitha didn't dress in her usual bright clothing, which Amara thought she looked
awesome in. Instead she wore a baggy t-shirt, with an even baggier gray hoodie. To that she added a pair of jeans which Amara was pretty sure belonged to one of
the boys in the group, or maybe one of the Brotherhood boys. Amara wondered why Tabitha didn't talk about her time with the Brotherhood. Most the other students
had asked about it, but Tabby never said anything, although sometimes Amara was glad about that. The only thing she wanted to hear was that during that time Tabby
had missed her, and that Amara was the reason she'd came home.
Dang, I've got it bad, Amara thought as Tabitha grabbed her backpack and stalked out of the room, causing the tears in Amara's eyes to finally fall.