Amy's POV
My smile fell as though someone stabbed me with a poison filled, hot blade.
I looked around.
My chest got tight.
My palms felt sweaty.
Beads of sweat formed on my forehead and Winter could always tell. Yet again.
She sighed, as though she was disappointed in me. She relaxed back into the couch.
"The fact that you're not denying..." She murmured to herself.
"You don't know that for sure." I tried to defend. My last resort. She sighed again.
"You have to stop seeing him, Amy. He's not good for you. Anyone else but him." She said.
"Then why not him?" She rolled her eyes. But I agree that my question was stupid.
"He's been a jerk for all the time we've known him and he is greedy. Just like his parents." She said. My shoulders softly when I realized I could use her
