"So...where were you?"
My eyes flew open to find Amy standing right in front of me, a curious smirk on her face.
I gasped, "I-I w-was uh...I was...”
She tilted her head, letting out a laugh. "Must've been some really good d**k if it left you stuttering like that," she commented. "Hope it was worth it."
Amy, who had solidified her position as Chrystal's sidekick, rarely spoke to me—and, of course, the one time she did, it had to be about this. Her gaze dropped to the oversized hoodie, and her brows knitted together in surprise. She chuckled before looking back up, barely hiding her grin.
"That’s a really unique hoodie,” she swallowed her lips, “And you're wearing leggings."
"Oh, I wasn't-" I started, but cut myself off, realizing it wouldn't matter. She had already made up her mind.
