A resounding slap echoed throughout the rooftop, startling every living creature nearby. Amaya stumbled but quickly regained her balance, her hands clenched tightly into fists, nails digging into her palms until her knuckles turned ghostly white. She squeezed her eyes shut, desperately trying to calm the storm brewing inside her, but her hands trembled violently, betraying her composure.
"From the day Zeya met you, all she's gotten from you is pain and tears!" Demi's voice cut through the air, sharp and unforgiving, her chest heaving with fury. Her eyes blazed with pure hatred directed at Amaya, glinting like shards of glass. "If you don't love her, then why the hell are you dragging her along?!" Each word was a thunderclap, resonating with raw emotion. "Zeya isn't your fucking toy, Amaya Sapphirus!" Demi shoved Amaya's shoulder, stepping in closer, their faces inches apart, the tension crackling like electricity.
"I should have seen the signs," Demi spat, her voice sharp as a knife, each word a dagger aimed at Amaya. "If you can manipulate your own best friend's heart like a puppet, what's to stop you from playing with anyone else's emotions?" The venom in her voice was palpable, each word dripping with disdain, a bitter reminder of the stakes at hand. Her eyes blazed with fury, nostrils flaring, as if she were a predator ready to pounce.
"Seriously, how could I be so utterly foolish to think you could ever change?" She stepped closer, her finger jabbing toward Amaya like a weapon. "You're the same person who calls her own mother a b*tch and a pros*titute! How could I expect someone like you to understand what love and respect even mean?!" The words erupted from her, raw and unfiltered, echoing off the rooftop walls like a thunderclap.
Amaya stood rigid, her jaw clenched so tightly that it felt like it might shatter. Her eyes narrowed, dark and stormy, betraying the turmoil brewing within. Each push from Demi felt like a gust of wind, threatening to shove her off the edge of the rooftop, yet she remained silent, a tempest of emotions swirling beneath her calm facade.
"Out of everyone, why does she have to fall for you?!?" A cold gust of wind swept through, swaying their hair, but it couldn't touch the fury radiating from Demi. "You're nothing but a self-centered, emotionally manipulative loser—why did she even bother to waste her tears for you?!?" The words sliced through the air, heavy with disdain, as if the world around them had shrunk to just this moment.
Demi scoffed, her eyes narrowing with a venomous glare, "Amaya, every time I see your pathetic face, I can't help but feel sorry for you actually." Amaya glared back, her jaw clenched, but Demi pressed on, her smirk dripping with mockery. "You think you're so tough, huh? Breaking rules and pushing everyone's boundaries like it's some kind of game. But let's be real, it's all because of Seth, isn't it?" She leaned in, her voice a low hiss, "What happens when he finally leaves you? Will you still be so blissfully ignorant?" The air crackled with tension, each word a dagger aimed straight at Amaya's darkest fears.
"Hah!" Amaya scoffed, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she licked her lips, amusement dancing in her eyes. She locked her gaze onto Demi, her expression shifting from playful to predatory as she grabbed her neck, a dangerous glint igniting in her irises. "I don't understand what fate actually wants with me?" she mused, confusion lacing her voice as she furrowed her brows, her grip tightening instinctively. "I'm trying so hard to be a better person, but every single time I promise, one b*tch comes along and pours diesel on my plans."
Taking a bold step forward, Amaya shook her head in disbelief, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Every time I see you, I can't help but feel sorry for your mom and dad. I mean, why wouldn't anyone? Since you know, I'm the ignorant, emotionally manipulative b*tch who isn't afraid to push boundaries, why would you come here today to talk to me? Shouldn't you have waited until after Sid left me?" Her brows curled in confusion, then widened as if a light bulb had gone off. "Oh! That day will never come! Okay, okay!"
Demi struggled to free herself from Amaya's grip, her face draining of colour as panic rose in her eyes, each breath coming in sharp gasps. "I knew you were that scared cat from the alley who witnessed my fight with momma. Your eyes revealed everything. I wanted to reach out to you ages ago, but I held back for Zeya's sake." Amaya's voice dropped with mockery, her expression a twisted mix of victory and disdain, savouring the moment as Demi's breath quickened, the tension between them crackling like a live wire.
With a sudden shove, Amaya slammed Demi against the wall, leaning in closer, her eyes narrowing with a thrilling intensity that sent a jolt of fear through Demi. "You think you're the storm tonight? Honey, I'm the tempest you never saw brewing. You're merely a raindrop caught in my fury." A smirk danced on Amaya's lips, the dangerous glint in her eyes intensifying as her grip tightened. "So, tell me, how does it feel to be swept up in my chaos? Because believe me, I don't play nice when it comes to dealing with those who dare to blame my friends for my behaviour." Her voice dripped with an alluring mix of amusement and menace, a chilling reminder that she was not to be underestimated.
"Admit it, you're just jealous that Zeya picked me instead of you. And honestly, you should be, because I'm pretty damn proud of that," Amaya said, a victorious smirk spreading across her face as she finally released Demi's neck. Standing tall, she radiated a fierce confidence, her eyes narrowing as she leaned closer. "I've put up with your constant whining about me for way too long. So let me make this crystal clear: if you even think about talking shit about me to Zeya again, I won't think twice about snapping your neck next time." Her voice was laced with a chilling threat, a dark thrill dancing in her gaze that left no doubt about her intentions.
Amaya took a step back, ready to leave, but froze when Demi's hoarse voice cut through the tension. "You fought with me for Zeya, but will you fight with your friends for her?" Amaya narrowed her eyes, regarding Demi as if she were the most foolish person in the world. "My heart isn't like yours, where I have to swap one person for another," she snapped, her tone sharp and dismissive.
Demi chuckled, a bitter sound that echoed in the stillness, as she leaned heavily on her knees. Amaya noticed Demi's leg trembling, unsure if it was from fear or the biting cold of the night. Suddenly, Demi erupted into laughter, her shoulders shaking as she sank to the ground, shaking her head as if she found the situation utterly ridiculous. "Should I call a mental hospital?" Amaya shot back, her voice laced with sarcasm.
Demi's laughter faded, replaced by a haunting smile as she leaned against the wall, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Ama, you have no idea how Sofy looks at you," she murmured, her gaze drifting to the moon hanging high above them, casting a silvery glow over them. "If you hesitate when the moment comes, don't even think I'll let you near Zeya." Her voice trembled with a mix of pain and determination, the weight of her words hung in the air, a chilling reminder of the stakes involved.
Amaya's gaze dropped to Demi's feet, which were turning a ghostly blue from the cold, a pang of sympathy cutting through her anger. With a dejected sigh, she tossed her cotton rabbit slippers at Demi, the soft fabric landing perfectly on her head and cheeks, a momentary distraction from the gravity of their conversation. "There are friends who love each other without romantic feelings too, Demi, it doesn't matter whether it's between girls or boys," she reminded her, her voice steady yet tinged with a hint of sadness before she turned and walked away from the rooftop, the weight of unspoken words lingering in the air. Unfortunately, Sofy didn't land on that type of friendship, Ama.
Lost in her thoughts, Amaya bumped into Fred while walking downstairs. "Stay like this, it's warm," she murmured, her voice muffled as she snuggled deeper into the warmth of Fred's embrace. Fred squeezed her in his hold, the pressure made her wince, a sharp pain shooting through her ribs. "I'll fucking kill you! Ouch, ouch! It's hard to breathe!" she shouted, the panic in her voice echoing off the walls. Fred laughed and quickly released her, but not before she retaliated with a swift kick, her frustration spilling over.
"I was heading to our apartment to sleep. Where do you want to crash tonight, and why the hell are you barefoot?" Fred asked, rubbing his thighs where she had kicked him. He stepped into the room, then came out with Amaya's slippers and tossed it to the floor with a thud. "I'll sleep in Seth's room. Let's go," Amaya replied, slipping her feet into the familiar comfort of her slippers, the fabric soft against her skin.
However, Fred abruptly halted her, his hand lifting her chin with a firm grip. His brows knitted together, and his fingers brushed against her cheeks, which trembled under his gentle yet intense touch. "Who?" he demanded, his voice a low growl, eyes dark and dangerous, jaw clenched tightly as if holding back a storm.