Amy Ball had always prided herself in being a lot like her mother; strong and independent, not needing anyone. Okay, so she needed her twin sister, but that was it. No matter how hard she tried to think about it, she couldn’t figure out exactly when she’d started needing Yev too. He’d always been her friend, it was impossible not to be, but she wasn’t supposed to look at him like anything more than that. For some reason, it felt strictly against the rules. Especially since Amy felt as though she was pining for someone who would never realize it. It felt pathetic, something she’d sworn never to be.
But after a few beers and a decent amount of sulking at the other side of the room while she watched some blonde skank try to flirt her way into Yev’s pants, Amy didn’t think she had it in her to keep her mouth shut. As soon as the girl walked away - presumably to get another drink before she came back - Amy quickly made her way across the room, bumping into him slightly as she stopped beside him. “That girl?” she asked with a scoff, surveying the blonde over her red solo cup as she took another sip. “You do know you can do so much better than that bitch, right?”