The ride is quiet besides the wind passing through as the sound hits the windows, top no longer down as Sara drives them home. The air is thick with tension, Y/n sitting quietly in the back with her hands on her lap, staring out the window.
Sitting in awkwardness, Y/n determines whether or not she should say anything. It'd be weird not to considering she is living with them for a little bit and in that time she would like smooth sailing.
Maybe grabbing her was too much? I mean, I didn't do it roughly. I just needed her attention because she was going to walk away, they treated Rima unfairly. Then again, maybe it was unfair for me to become physical. I don't know, man.
Y/n straightens her back as she gains the inner courage to speak.
"Amie, I'm sorry for grabbing your arm. I shouldn't have gotten physical and I had no intention to make you uncomfortable." She says timidly. Amie's breath hitches as both her and Sara's eyes widen at the apology.
Neither girls, used to apologies so sincere, hearing it come from the girl's mouth was unexpected to say the least.
"I-it's fine." She mumbled, just enough for them to barely hear as her face flushes red. Sara peeks over, grinning at Amie's flustered expression.
"I do think you guys treated Rima unfairly, though. I wish you could've tried to get along." Y/n states, crossing her arms as she leans back. No anger in her tone, though slight irritation replaced the anxiety.
The two girls look at each other quickly before Amie rolls her eyes.
"Don't ruin the moment, Y/n. Your apology was sweet." Sara smiles.
"Yeah, but you guys literally rushed and I was the only one who had gotten a dress. Neither of you even shopped." She responded, eyebrows furrowed.
"We already have dresses ready. We have large wardrobes with plenty of options that were shipped from different countries. Be grateful that we took you to our favorite local shop." Amie says with her normal tone.
"I didn't even get to choose!" She exclaims.
"You got to choose your options, which was a little cheaper than we liked. That red gown is perfect for you. Trust our decision. We do have the best taste." Sara said.
Y/n huffs as she turns away, disbelief mixing with her senses. "I picked out what I could've bought. I didn't expect y'all to pay for anything."
"Well, we did. So say, 'thank you,' like a good girl because nobody else would do anything like that for you." Amie states.
"Are you trying to manipulate me right now? What do you mean nobody else would do anything like that for me?"
"Nope, just stating a fact. I mean even if others wanted to, they couldn't. Nobody can take care of you like us."
"Hold up, nobody needs to take care of me. I only needed a place to stay but I have plenty of options." Y/n scoffs.
"Yeah, in section eight right?" Amie chuckles.
Y/n's eyes widen at the shade thrown towards her friends.
"Amie, you're a fucking bitch." She hisses. Sara's eyes widen before she holds back a giggle, finding the interaction entertaining. Amie, no longer in a playful mood, turns her head as she unbuckles her belt.
"Say that again." She growls, eyes narrowing at Y/n.
Y/n, leans forward fingers gripping the seat.
"I said, you're a fucking bitch." Her eyes narrow back, glaring at the girl who suddenly climbs to where her knees are on the passenger's seat, her arm reaches forward, hand wrapping around Y/n's neck.
Y/n's hands wrap around her wrist, attempting to pull her off as she climbs over the seat, using her second hand to continue cutting off her airway. Y/n's head rests against the window as she attempts to punch Amie, only to be blocked in time.
Fingers tighten around her neck as she attempts to pull out of the grip, overwhelmed by all of the hands on her naked body. Her eyes that could barely stay open, meets with green as the person leans over from the side.
"Don't move."
"Don't move."
Y/n uses all her strength to push against the girl's chest, causing her to fall backwards, off of her. Angrily, the girl crawls on top of Amie, switching their position as she wraps her own hands around her neck.
Amie holds back a moan as her airway is cut off, eyes widening while she looks up in surprise. Her own hands wrap around the wrists of the culprit, yet she doesn't bother to struggle. Electricity reaching her core as the excitement brought warmth. Her nipples hardening, hidden by her bra, as she closes her eyes in bliss.
Blinded by her anger, Y/n takes Amie's flustered expression as her losing air. She fails to notice the car stopping in the driveway. A giggle comes from behind her as an arm wraps around her waist, hand rubbing at her thigh.
"I think she likes it." Sara whispers, before pulling back and using her fist to knock Y/n out. The girl's limp body falls on top of Amie as she struggles to gain her breathing back.
"Didn't know she had it in her to choke you out like that." She says, leaning over to caress Amie's red face, whose mouth is open as she breathes, chest rising repeatedly.
"Well let's call one of the guys to carry her in so we can fix your little problem."
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After this chapter, my writing style may change and that's bc I started rewriting this months ago and considering I've been writing recently for my tumblr I've been getting better with description and overall writing so you may see a difference from here on out.
