Amy's POV
“What do you care?” I snapped in response. “It doesn't matter whether I did it or not, does it?”
“Oh, but it matters!” he replied firmly with a deep frown etched into my features. “When will you stop all these, Amy? When will you open your eyes to see that there are people around you who actually care so much about you?”
I scoffed. My own mother didn't really care about me. Who was this guy kidding?
“When you say that, you mean your charming sister back there gossiping about me?”
He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
“I'm… I'm sorry about that. I'll talk to Vicky.”
“Don't bother yourself.” I cut him off. “It's a free-for-all all, isn't it? Let everyone have a swing at Amy the whore.”
“Amy…” His voice dropped, sounding calmer and softer now, but before he could say
