“Boyfriend?” Rachel shrilled, her remarks added to my frustrations. “I think you got the wrong idea,” she added.
“Rachel!” Raphael echoed her name, annoyance laced in his voice. “Can you just keep quiet and let Amy do the talking?” He snapped.
“Take a chill pill, Raphael." Amy and Miller are just friends,” Rachel said, ignoring his warning.
“How are you sure about that? " Do you spend all your time with her or are you just sputtering about what you have no idea about?” He retorted icily, putting Rachel in silence mode.
From his tone, I knew he was mad, but I still got my composure. I continued with the cupcakes as if I was not the crux of their conversation. To be honest, I wondered where I got the courage from. The regular Amy would have been scared of confrontation but this Amy,
