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Entering my fourth period class was like a breath of fresh air.

It felt comforting to be in the same room where I've had film class for the past three years.

Settling into my usual spot at an iMac that I'd been using since freshman year, I inserted my flash drive to transfer all the footage I captured over summer break.

Spending most of my time at public parks, I managed to capture some breathtaking scenes.

Although I wasn't sure how I would use these clips, I was confident that I could incorporate them into a project somehow.

My seat was in a far corner of the class where I could avoid the loud kids that always goofed around instead of working on their projects.

I looked up at the door waiting for Amelia to come in.

We signed up for this class together, and we planned to complete our video assignments together.

When she came in she looked really frustrated, and dramatically threw her bag down on the ground next to me.

"He is a complete jerk." She huffed out as she sat down in her seat.

"Who?" I inquired. I hoped she wasn't talking about who I thought she was talking about.

She gave me a glare that confirmed my suspicions. Sighing, I waited for her to continue with the story.

"He was in my last class, Music Technology. I hate that Mrs. Morse gives us assigned groups. It would be a lot easier if she just lets us choose our own groups, like Mr. Gordon does for this class." She complained.

"So what did he do?" I interjected, wanting to get straight to the point. Amelia usually gives really long dramatic retellings of her experiences, and I was too anxious to hear what happened to listen through all of that.

"Well he was placed into my group for the semester." She gave another loud sigh.

"And?" I pressed. Her dramatics always annoy me.

"I just want to let you know that I did nothing to provoke him..." She hesitated.

I was absolutely sure she did something to provoke him. That is just her nature. If she doesn't like someone it is very clear, even if she tries to hide it. The more she is dragging this out, the more I am afraid that it will affect me in some way.

"When we met with our groups he barely said a word.

This is supposed to be a team effort, you know?

" She looked at me and I gave a nod of agreement.

"While the rest of us were exchanging contacts and trying to come up with a name for our group, he just played on his phone the whole time.

When I called him out on it, he just snatched my phone out of my hand to add himself to the group chat. " She whined.

"Sounds like any other rude teenage boy." I shrugged.

"But that's not the worst part." Amelia continued. "When he handed me my phone back it was left on this screen."

Amelia showed her phone to me and I saw a picture of me.

My shoulder-length fawn colored hair was all poofed out and my hazel eyes reflected the flash of the phone taking my picture.

My face was all scrunched up and I looked like I was trying to block the camera from seeing me.

Amelia took this picture of me at a sleepover a year ago.

Underneath the picture of myself was my name and phone number.

"Why would he want my contact information?" I wondered. A chill went down my spine when I thought about it. "What does he want from me..." I whispered.

"I don't know, but you should definitely be careful." She said, placing her hand on my arm.

I nodded. Giving her a small smile to reassure her that I would be fine. Grabbing my phone from my bookbag, I checked to see if any new messages had come through. There were none so far. The anxiety of it overwhelmed me, so I decided to completely power off my phone.

Mr. Gordon came up to the front of the class and started his beginning of the year presentation.

I zoned out the entire time, absentmindedly picking at the floral bandaid on my finger.

My mind was flooded with possible reasons why he might have taken my contact information.

Maybe he wanted to apologize for what happened four years ago, but that seemed unlikely.

There was also the possibility that he could have just accidentally opened my contact, but Amelia seemed too certain that it was done intentionally.

The only possible answer is that he had some ulterior motive for doing so.

Which could also mean he had an ulterior motive for biting me in the first place.

I felt Amelia shaking my shoulder and realized that my classmates were leaving. The bell must have rang and I didn't hear it. I look down at my hands and notice that the band aid that was there before was missing and that I must have scratched at the open wound on my finger.

"Elaine, are you seriously alright? This is the second time today you've zoned out like that." Amelia took my hand and looked at my finger. She sighed and looked up at me with concern.

"Don't worry I have a bandaid." I say while rummaging through my backpack to find one. When I found it she took it out of my hand and placed it on my finger for me.

"If something is going on you can tell me. You can trust me, you know that." She insisted.

I nodded and smiled at her. Grabbing her hand, I walked with her to the lunch room.