Amy's POV
“What is your problem, Jessie? Seriously. Does it give you some kind of thrill to act like you own every room you walk into? Every person?” I snapped, standing my ground.
I had enough of people pushing me around for one day.
“I only have a problem with trash like you trying to crawl into Ethan’s life,” she shot back with her lip curling. “You destroy everything around you, and then you come running here expecting him to fix it all for you.”
Ethan finally moved, stepping between us with his hands held up in a gesture that did nothing to soothe anyone.
“Jessie, stop. Amy, come on. Let’s not do this.”
Becky stood up from her chair with her arms crossed tightly over her chest.
“Why not, Ethan? She needs to hear it. It’s always something with you, Amy. Always some new drama,
