I’m about to say yes, but then I remember what I’m doing with Aiden tomorrow.

“Sorry, Mason, I’m busy tomorrow, I’m hanging out with Aiden. Maybe after?” I can barely meet his eyes.

“Oh, yeah.” He visibly deflates. “No problem.”

Charlotte enters the classroom just as the final bell rings, and Noah a few moments later. Mason stands from the seat beside me as Charlotte approaches so she can sit.

“We’ll talk later,” he says with a tight smile and moves to the seat behind us that he shares with Noah, who immediately launches into a story about his morning donuts.

“What was that about?” Charlotte asks as she slides into the seat beside me.

“Nothing,” I lie, grabbing my books from my bag and ignoring the tightening in my chest. He doesn’t have the problem; I’m the one with the problem. Mason thinks I’m avoiding him, and even though I am kind of, I hate it.

15

Saturday couldn’t come soon enough.

I spent hours last night at the salon trying to get my hair the right color. It’s hard to get red toned hair to platinum blond without either frying your hair or having it turn orange. Luckily, my hair is neither fried nor orange. It’s platinum blond, cut to just above my shoulder, and is slightly waved.

I haven’t decided how I feel about it. I’ve really grown accustomed to the long, reddish hair I’ve had since becoming Amelia.

When Aiden came to pick me up this morning, he looked at my hair for a while. He said it suited me, but I think he misses my old hair too.

Oh well. It’s just hair. And neither of them is my real hair color, so what does it matter?

We leave early in the morning to make the drive to visit Luke. We have to get there during visiting hours, and now that Aiden’s in his car and a little heavy footed on the gas, we make it in no time.

I have to get to the bottom of this whole file thing. It’s been eating me up inside and I can’t wait until visiting hours so I can grill Luke about why he would even have the information in the first place.

We didn’t tell anyone we were coming here. My mom doesn’t know anything about the Luke situation—unless Brian told her, but that’s unlikely since she hasn’t said anything to me. In any case, she doesn’t know that I’m visiting a jail to talk to Luke, and she especially doesn’t need to know why. The rest of our friends just think we’re having some couple time or whatever. Technically they’re not wrong, but it sucks that the only us time Aiden and I seem to have these days is when we’re running around either fixing problems or starting them.

Once we’re in the jail, they make us sign in and go through the security checks like last time. I’m not allowed to bring my bag in, so I leave it in the car and just bring in the file I stole from Luke’s apartment, holding it close to my chest as if guarding it from peering eyes. I’m lucky they let me bring it in, but they take all the staples and paper clips out.