Love Me Back (Amelia and Daniel) novel Chapter 7

Amelia’s expression in that moment was as pitiful as you’d imagine.

So, the gloves were supposed to be for grip? And, as a bonus, to remind her not to break Daniel’s precious porcelain doll.

A cold wind whipped down her neck. Amelia was underdressed and had forgotten her scarf, so she shivered violently.

“You’ve got some tolerance,” Daniel remarked from up ahead. He and another man walked with the principal, while Amelia trailed behind, pushing the porcelain doll in her wheelchair. The doll, Violet, couldn’t resist a jab. “What are you, a Ninja Turtle?”

Amelia hadn’t taken the gloves. She tossed them in a trash can as they passed, leaving her fingers bare and numb, turning red in the biting air.

“What else am I supposed to do?” she shot back with a crooked smile. “You’re Mr. Campbell’s favorite. Am I supposed to dump you in the lake?”

There actually was a lake not far off. Violet said, “You look like you just might.”

“My legs might be weak, but my brain still works. Good guess,” Amelia replied.

Violet stiffened, grabbing the wheelchair’s armrests tight. There was a calm sort of madness about Amelia that made Violet genuinely nervous—like she just might do something reckless.

Amelia glanced down at Violet and let out a low laugh. “Relax, I’m joking. Didn’t know you were such a scaredy-cat.”

Violet’s face flushed, and she shot Amelia a glare. “Some joke. Not even funny!”

“Then tell me what is. I’ll play along.”

“Nothing’s funny! Anything to do with you, I hate it! I can’t even stand breathing the same air as you!”

Amelia’s face turned icy, her features as cold and sharp as frost on a winter branch.

“With a mouth like that, what, did you eat garbage for breakfast?”

Before Violet could react, Amelia suddenly let go of the wheelchair handles. “Since you like trash so much, let me help you out.”

The path sloped downward, and the wheelchair shot off, rolling faster and faster, impossible to stop.

Violet was so stunned by this that even her crying faltered. Was Amelia… getting ahead of her, playing the victim first? Playing the sweet, innocent act so there was no room left for Violet to do the same?

Amelia wasn’t stupid. She knew Violet had something planned when she insisted Amelia push her chair.

If she was going to get blamed anyway, might as well take the initiative.

Violet’s voice was hoarse with outrage. “She did it on purpose! She wanted me to fall!”

Amelia’s gaze found Daniel Campbell.

Daniel was looking at her too, his expression unreadable through the chill in the air between them.

The principal wanted the fundraising event to go smoothly, but he also wasn’t about to let anyone slander his students. “Now, now, why would Amelia do something like that?” he intervened.

Of course, Violet couldn’t exactly explain the messy love triangle to everyone—she was still the “other woman,” after all. So she just cried harder.