Amaya's POV 

 I'm walking the east wing hallways before first period, coffee in hand, trying to clear my head.

 It's been three days since dinner at their apartment. Three days since I told them about my mom, about my fears, about everything. Three days since I promised to really try.

 And I am trying. I let Alvaro walk me to class yesterday. I had lunch with all three of them in the cafeteria instead of hiding in the library. I even stayed over at their place Saturday night after the hockey game, falling asleep between Luciano and Javier while some action movie played in the background.

 Small steps. But they...