ShawnMendes entered Wattpad.

52

If you thought this was the end of our conversation, you thought wrong.

Amy's smile turned into an evil grin. "So now you think you're something better, don't you?!"

I just stare at her, fascinated by the fact how fast she can turn into the mean person she apparently is. "Amy, just go, please. I don't want to collect more bad memories of our relationship than necessary."

She turns on the doorstep, seeming to have found the moment to say something she has been holding back the whole time. "You will never get him. Never."

I frown. "Good for you."

Amy shakes her head, scanning me up and down from nose to toe. "You're neither his type nor are you smart enough. You aren't even pretty. Nathan always knew that. He complained about you so many times, and he was so glad when you broke up. You wouldn't even survive ten minutes under the flashlight of the fans' smartphones."

"Well then, good for Nathan." I look at Amy. Tears are shimmering, competing with her earrings. "Look, Amy, affection's not something you can win. Love is nothing you can win. Or lose. At least not that easy. So if Shawn's attachment to you isn't strong enough to survive your lie, then it won't change anything, making me look like a bad person. You should be smart enough to know that." I start closing the door. "So excuse me if I don't listen to your somehow really dumb meannesses. Bye."

"Bitch."

"Thank you. Oh – and by the way: I'd be able to withstand the fan's attention – cause it's not about them. It has never been."

She throws her hair, gives me a deadly glance, and then, finally, she turns around.

I watch her leaving, and then I close the door. With a long breath, I take a moment not to let my tears come up. Amy doesn't deserve them. I can be proud that I stood up for myself.
When I turn back to the living room, I become aware that Aaliyah probably heard everything.

Yeah, she did. Her first words show that only too well.

"What the fuck?!" She looks like she saw a ghost. Or rather as she heard one. She's put her cup on the living room table and looks at me unbelievingly. "What was that?!"

I shrug. "That was Amy."

I expect Aaliyah to talk about how Amy just behaved, but instead Aaliyah just says: "Can't stand it."

"What?"

"That girl. She's acting so nice and sweet when she's with Shawn and when I'm nearby. But she speaks to you as if you were the last shit." She inhales deeply. "Asking you for such a favor after treating you as she did, that is just..." Aaliyah seems to have lost her language, and I can't blame her for that.

"You're not gonna help her, are you?!" She stares at me intensely. Gosh, her eyes are really similar to her brother's. Shawn had this gaze as well when we talked in the stadium. Man, the way he looked at me. I wish he would've smiled as nicely as he smiled at Amy.
But he didn't, I remind myself again and get myself back into the present. "No! Of course I'm not gonna help her! As if I would write a song for her, so she can impress your brother!"

"No way!" Aaliyah shakes her head, too. "Okay. We really need to work on that plan."

"That plan?" Does she mean the few things we tossed around in the air before Amy rang the bell? Apparently she does.

"Yeah. You know these conspiratorial meetings people always have in these movies? We're now gonna have one."

"For what especially?" I can't remember that our discussing earlier led to anything useful.

"Finding a way to kick Amy out of the race and hopefully a bit in her butt, too. She'd deserve it."

I stare at Aaliyah for a second. That's way too much energy when I feel so whirlwinded by Amy just showing up as she did. But okay. For all I care. "You've got any ideas?!"