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Ma Meilleure Ennemie

Pairing: Amber Glenn x Masc!Snowboarder! Reader

Synopsis: Team USA is known as a "united front". everyone is a friend of everyone. But that doesn't seem to be the case for Amber and You, is this love? Hate? A fling? No one knows, but everyone feels the tension, and they are wondering what the hell even caused the hostility.

Warnings:Lwk one sidded-beef on Readers part, Reader is lwk a hot-head who curses a lot. Amber and reader had a fling during the Winter Olympics. This is set at the end party to wrap up. Written in 1st person so Y/N will be used.

A/N: Before anyone screams plagiarism, THIS IS hazel-tanthamore22's new account, long story short my old acc got terminated and i haven't hear from the tumblr support team yet.

Wc: 1.05k

The bass of the music thrummed through the speakers, vibrating the floors and anything physically connected to it. I sit with Chloe(Kim) in a corner booth, expression neutral, at least to me. "Lighten up dude" Chloe elbows my side "You look ready to punch someone" She continues as i glare at her, lightly rubbing my side.

"As we both know, i don't want to be here" I mumble as i sip the wine Chloe practically shoved in my hand earlier. "Because you're gonna see Ambe-" I cut her off by pinching her side, "Ow, asshole" She curses under her breath.

A burst of cheers from the front catches the younger woman's attention, but not mine because i know who exactly came in. Team USA's "treasure trove of athletes" The figure skating team.

Madison and Evan are quick to separate with the group, going off to god knows where. I only pa attention when Chloe nudges me in the side again, I turn my head to curse her out but choke on my words as i see the "core four" of the team approach us.

Now, i don't have any problems with Ilia, Isabeau and Alysa, but i wasn't really counting on interacting with Amber today.

I force myself to look away from her and the beautiful red dress that makes her look more ethereal than she usually does. I throw a glare at Ilia who is smiling at me like a fucking idiot because of course I told him, he's like a brother to me.

The girls sit across from me and Chloe while Ilia practically throws himself into mine and Chloe's side of the booth, purposely nudging me an throwing his arm around my shoulders with a shit-eating grin.

I glare at the boy before looking straight ahead of me, which i immediately regret because Amber has conveniently chosen to sit in the middle, right across from me. I force myself to look away from her eyes, focusing in on whatever Alysa and Chloe are talking so animatedly about.

Ilia shares a look with Isabeau that i catch but don't comment on, not being able to decipher whatever the hell they're planning. "We are going to get drinks, be right back" Ilia states as he and Isabeau stand up almost in sync. "Isa isn't even old enough to drink" I state matter-of-factly as i eye them. "There are un-alcoholic beverages you grouch" Isabeau counters immediately, causing me to shut up and glare at her.

Isabeau blows a playful kiss towards me as she and Ilia leave, causing me the gag playfully, smiling as she flips me off over her shoulder.

"Me and Aly are going too, get up" Chloe says and practically forces me to stand up to walk out of the booth while Alysa, ever the athletic one, hops over the back of the booth chair. "Have fun you two" Chloe winks at me and i glare at her, finally realizing she and Ilia have most likely told Alysa and Isa about me and Amber's "situation".

I go to get up, not wanting to be left alone with Amber. "Sit down" She says in that stern tone I've never been able to resist. I sit back down properly in the chair, my eyes avoiding hers. "You joke with everyone at this table, hell, you even smiled at Isa, but you cant even sit and have a civil conversation with me?" She says in a tone that sounds equal parts hurt and frustrated.

"There's nothing to talk about Amber" I say flatly, my expression cold but my heart churning. "Nothing to talk about? So the multiple times you fucked me, laid in bed with me and woke up next to me, were nothing to you?" She says, her voice raising slightly in frustration.

"Lower your voice" I hiss, glancing around to see if anyone picked up on what she said. She scoffs at my reaction, "Wow, i see what it is now, you're embarrassed to be with me in public?" She asks but it sounds more like a statement.

The noise of the venue doesn’t get any quieter, but it feels like it does. Like everything narrows down to the space between us, the inch of air that suddenly feels like miles. “That’s not-” I stop myself. Because if I say it too fast, it’ll sound like a lie. And she deserves better than another rushed excuse. “That’s not it.”

I see her jaw tightend. She’s already halfway out the door in her head. I can see it. The way she shifts her weight back. The way her eyes start to glass over, not with tears, but with that protective distance she puts up when she thinks she’s about to be hurt.

“I’m not embarrassed of you,” I say, softer now. Not sharp. Not defensive. Honest. “I’m scared.” That makes her pause. “Of what?” she asks, but the edge is gone.

“Of people seeing how much I care about you,” I admit. My pulse is pounding so loud I’m sure the whole room can hear it anyway. “Because if it’s real, and it is, then it can be taken away. And I don’t think I could handle that.”

Her expression changes slowly, like a storm losing its wind. “You think I’d let them, the media, the haters, and the shit-talkers hidden behind screens like cowards, take me away?” Her tone is laced with disbelief and something close to agitation. “No,” I say. “I think I’d push you away first. To protect myself.”

There it is. The ugly truth. The thing I’ve been doing all along. She exhales, and for a second I think she’s going to walk. Maybe she should. Maybe that would be easier.

Instead, she reaches for my hand. Right there. In public. In front of everyone. “Then don’t,” she says simply. My instinct is to look around again. To check who’s watching. But this time I don’t.

I look at her. And I lace my fingers through hers. The room doesn’t explode. No one gasps. The world doesn’t end. It just… keeps going.

I hear the excited giggles from The four who left close by, but i ignore them as i lift mine and Amber's interlaced fingers and kiss the back of her hand.

"I won't, I promise"

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