𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜: males. 𝑝𝑙𝑜𝑡: amanda ( 22, pastors daughter. m.aude a.patow / changeable. / ) and your muse broke up ( for whatever reason, but extra bonus points if your muse is t*xic / obs*ssive, whatever ♥ ) and they saw her talking to someone at the party she threw !
“ you’re acting crazy. “ likely not the smartest response to give, but amanda could feel tension pressing against her neck as the other practically towers her. as timid as a lamb, the brunette isn’t the best at standing her ground — especially when she’s in the hallway, away from the party, away from her friends that’ll usually have her back. “ i wasn’t flirting with anyone. and even if i was — it’s none of your business. we broke up, remember? “ swallowing, eyes drift towards the end of her hallway, towards living room where music and bodies collided. “ you shouldn’t even be here. i didn’t invite you. “