Amelia's POV
Bianca takes my hand and pulls me to the kitchen. "What would you like?" She raises a can of beer and a red cup that probably contains alcohol. I raise my eyebrows and cross my arms.
She rolls her eyes "Well, a girl can try, right?"
"Water will be just fine, thank you. And I'm driving." The last part doesn't change anything. Driving or not, I'm a prude through and through. All by my making because even my mum can testify about the times she'd tried to corrupt her 'goody two shoes' daughter. She nods and hands me a bottle of water.
"So, you and Adam, huh? Thought you said you were never ever ever–" She raises her hand to interrupt me. "I know what I said, Amy. Let's not talk about that right now." I open my mouth to object but she's already pulling me out of the
