"No Amanda, you can't come over and go through my wardrobe," I said, rolling my eyes.
I threw a red flannel onto the bed. Amanda groaned. I turned to face my laptop where Amanda sat at her desk, already dressed and ready for school. We had been facetiming for about an hour now since she was freaking out from yesterday over me not answering my phone after she figured out I punched Thalia. That and she heard I was 'distressed'. She was not the only one calling me, John was too. Last time I let Sarah give my number out when I'm not bothered.
It took me way too long to explain everything and reassure her that I was fine. Sarah did try to call me, many times actually, but she couldn't join our call since she was busy getting ready and was now on her way to school with Dillon.
I was going to explain everything once I got to school. It's probably good she didn't FaceTime us while with Dillon because I don't think he wants to hear me say anything about Jack. To be honest, I think it would give him a reason to pick a fight with Jack.
"But I want to pick out your outfit, you have to look nice for the attention you and Jack are about to get," Amanda joked with a smirk.
"Don't remind me," I groaned, placing my hands on my hips. She chuckled.
"Oh, come on, I'm sure it won't be that bad today," she attempted to reassure me.
"Then obviously you don't know Thalia and her love for attention, drama, and to be just about the biggest bitch in our school," I muttered bitterly.
"You're right, I don't know her; she's trash to me," Amanda shrugged. I quirked my lips up. "Enough about her, I'm interested to know when you're going to confess to Jack your deep desire to make out with him?" she teased.
My cheeks heated up, as I quickly leapt towards my laptop so I could put the volume down. I just had to have the volume loud and trust that she wouldn't embarrass me. I really hope no one heard that.
"What was that?"
I gasped as I turned my head to look over my shoulder at Jack leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed and a smirk across his lips. Crap, someone did hear her. Of course, that's why Amanda would say that.
She never says stuff like that, she still dislikes Jack but absolutely loves to embarrass and tease me to no end, more so in front of the guy himself if she ever has the chance to. I'm so kicking her ass when I get to school. I can hear her laughter through the speaker despite it being on low volume so I decided to mute her instead real quick.
"Nothing, just Amanda talking shit and trying to fulfil what her dark heart tells her to do," I grinned.
"Sure," he nodded with a raised brow. When he left, I sighed with relief.
"Thank God," I mumbled before unmuting Amanda.
"Was I right? Or was I right?" she immediately spoke up and asked jokingly. I rolled my eyes and gave her the middle finger.
"Bye Amanda," I said before ending the call when she went to interject.
I shook my head as I stood up. I don't know how many times I have to tell her I don't have a 'crush' on Jack but of course, she doesn't believe me. She says I'm in denial but there's no way. My feelings still lie with Dillon. Despite the fact he drives me crazy to the point where it's a concern, he's still someone I love, my first one really. I'm not about to throw that all away for someone else.
I attempted to put in my eye contacts while I was standing in front of the bathroom mirror. But the day was already proving to be bad because my little sister decided to run in screaming at that moment still in her fairy pyjamas. She knocked into me as she ran around me in a circle.
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Revenge On The Player
أدب المراهقينAmy Prescott used to be that girl who got bullied just because she was the typical 'good girl' until she left her school to go to Florida. Amy meets a couple of people who help her change and defend herself. Two years later, she moves back to her...
