The Youtuber Inn

"Whore."

(Amanda's POV)

I swung open the door rapidly, entering with more confidence then I had ever had. Everyone appeared to be far too distracted to notice me.

I examined the room carefully, trying to match someone to description Alfie had given me.

The girl was gorgeous-that i knew. And I knew she had stunning blue eyes.

Now the guy...
I chuckled, remembering how alfie had described him.
"That blonde south african wanker."

There were only two blonde guys in the room, so it couldn't be too hard to pick him out.

The first one i spotted was incredibly attractive, his dirty blonde hair pushed into a tall, straight quiff. He had a fantastically sharp jawline, tan skin, and gleaming blue-green eyes. His muscles showed through his tight blue tshirt. He stood with a huge grin plastered on his face. He was listening to the guy standing in front of him, the guy with the messy reddish brown quiff and oddly grey-looking eyes.

This couldn't be the guy.

I had excellent gay-dar, and I figured that his quiff was the only thing straight about him.

I turned away from the beautiful boy and examined the other blonde.
A tall, thin guy-his hair a much brighter shade of blonde, stood leaning against the doorway, smiling down at a short girl with gorgeous brown hair, the tips died blonde. She turned around for a moment, and I spotted the gorgeous blue eyes Alfie had been speaking of.

Bingo.

I waltzed over to the couple, an almost frightening grin on my lips.

"Ahem."
I tapped the white-t-shirt covered shoulder of the blonde guy, folding my arms and waiting for him to turn around.
He did just that, looking at me with his brows raised and eyes wide. This expression morphed quickly to one of confusion.

"Can i help you?" He asked. As soon as he spoke, i heard his slightly south african, yet also british, accent. I was proud to have found the right guy.

"Oh, it is you! Im so glad to finally meet you! My name's Amanda. Sorry about kneeing you in the balls."

"What?" He asked.

I slammed my knee into his crotch, then flashed a smile.
He clutched his stomach, coughing heavily. The petite girl checked to see if he was ok quickly, then faced me.

"What are you doing here?" She yelled. I resisted the urge to chuckle. She was about as intimidating as a buterfly.

Her hair was wavy and elegant, but not elegant in the Aubrey Hepburn kind of way. She wore a baby pink sweater with a white peter pan collar, a black maxi skirt resting on her hips. Her feet were protected with a pair of tan flats.

"I just had some buisness to take care of, that's all." I replied.

"You don't have any buisness with us. Tell alfie that if he wants Caspar to get kneed in the balls, he can come do it himself. God knows he was brave enough to do it earlier..."
She drifted off for a moment, then quickly snapped back to reality.
"Point is, he doesn't need his so bad-ass rock-a-billy 'girlfriend' to come protect him. He's a big boy, he can handle himself. Now kindly fuck off, please."

She had used air quotes on the word "girlfriend."

"What were those air quotes supposed to mean?" I demanded.

"Well," she chuckled, "obviously you guys aren't dating. There's nothing between you two, nothing even close to a relationship. No way. Alfie sees you like he sees wine-
He's only thirsty for you when he's having a rough day."

I huffed, clicking my jaw and clamping my fists tightly.

"Don't punch her, don't punch her, you're not gonna punch her."

She could see i was falling a part, and she knew exactly what would happen if I would just break. I'd hurt her, and Alfie wouldn't want to be anywhere near me. I clenched very muscle in my body, straining to keep my anger contained.
But then she pushed it.
Just that one little word...that one word was just enough to send me over the edge.

"Whore."

(oh shEEEEEETTTTTTTTTTTTTs are really nice i especially love the purple ones that match my duvet cover. DRAMA EVERYWHERE. Feel free to comment your appreciation of that burn zoe used on amanda bc damn im proud of that. Ily all mua.)