Chapter 16
I had to go and see for myself when Mother broke Amara's arrogance. I sauntered to see what mama bear would do that I couldn't manage alone. I stood there with a bored expression playing with Nat's hair.
It pleased my mom but not for long. Amara spoke without hesitation or any qualms about offending my mother. You needed balls of steel and self-assuring confidence in abundance to do that. She had both. She slam-dunked Nat's reputation and called my mother upon her double standards of calling her dirty and Natasha suitable when she was untouched... A Pure Fucking VIRGIN.
Eva and her mom stood beside Amara backing her; they knew she was right. I saw Eva's security with a soft look in his eyes when he saw Amara; he supported the poor orphan getting bullied by the Rich society ladies.
My sister hated this double standard, and I could tell she liked Amara a lot; maybe she would befriend her just like Eva.
Amara's punch in the end about the latest scandal involving Nat, coke, and a Brazillian stripper was a slam dunk. My mother and Nat's parents thought no one knew about it, but everyone knew, and Amara blew it up in their faces.
Amara was officially the most hated person on my mother's list.
Nat was officially out of the running for being Mrs. Singh without a miracle.
Sami was going to be friends with Amara.
Amara and her virginity were going to be mine, the girl was on my mind, and now her innocence and purity were too.
Amara 1.....The whole fucking world 0.
I followed after Amara, slower than I'd liked to have; my mother was watching me like a hawk.
I looked around and finally found Amara sitting on one of the beach cabanas overlooking the ocean...She was so engrossed in her world, and though she didn't notice me approaching or sitting next to her, her eyes were red like she had been crying, and her face was tear-stained. I offered her my handkerchief and spoke without looking at her, "Don't let them see your weakness; they will eat you up." She took it from my hand and said," Is that why you are an asshole"? I laughed and said, it's a coping mechanism...Be an asshole, and people are scared to poke you because they don't know what they might get in return". I don't know why I was being so open with her; honesty, while considered a good trait worldwide, was considered a weakness in our world.
Our eyes met, and we stared at each other for some time before a waiter approached us, asked if we needed anything, and broke the trance.