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Amelia's pov

The pleasure of feeling her bones break under my knuckles satisfied me enough for me to want to pull my hand back and aim once more.

However before I could, Foster grips my hand to stop me and two girls who were beside Dayna held her back as she snarled.

I smirked at her as one of the girls lean toward her ear and whispered something that my ears couldn't catch. Whatever she whispered seemed to calm down Dayna who resorted to glaring at me and holding her nose.

"Sorry, my hand slipped. But I guess we're even now?" I smiled sarcastically, tilting my head and winking at her.

"What's going on here!" The teacher boomed, seeming now to show his presence. A few minutes earlier would've been much better.

The little crowd parted and everyone got to their seats except for Dayna and her friends and me. "New girl punched Dayna unprovoked." Dayna's friend shrilled in, her eyes accusing me.

"Wait that's a lie!" Foster yelled and the girl who spoke up turned to give him a hard stare t