amelia

☘︎ | If there was one thing she hated, it was being dragged to parties she didn't want to attend.

Yet here she was.

The house was packed. Music blasted through every room, people squeezed past each other in the hallways, and the air smelled like cheap perfume and expensive liquor. Her friends had promised they would stick together.

That lasted about twenty minutes.

"Oh my God, those guys are looking over here." "Come with us!" "Actually, never mind."

And just like that, they were gone, disappearing into the crowd with a group of guys they'd met not even 10 seconds ago.

"Traitors," she muttered under her breath.

With nothing better to do, she headed for the kitchen. At least there was less noise there. She grabbed a drink from the counter and took a sip, scrolling through her phone while leaning against the island.

Then that was when she noticed you.

The host.

The guy everyone had been talking about all night. The guy who her friends had spent the entire drive over obsessing about.

Apparently every girl in a ten-mile radius was supposed to be in love with you.

She looked you over once.

Then she looked away. She didn’t get the hype over you. Seriously, what did they see in you? Like, that was all? Huh.

Maybe she was missing something. Or maybe everyone else had just collectively lost their minds.

Either way, she wasn't impressed.

She turned to leave—only for someone to step directly into her path.

Her shoulder bumped theirs, which caused her drink to be nearly slipping from her hand and spilling all over her.

me: “you’re excused” her: Amelia’s eyes narrowed, her grip tightening on the cup like she might actually throw it.

Wow. Rude.

She didn’t yell often—she hated confrontation—but this guy? Standing there with his stupid arms crossed and that look like he owned the world?

Unbelievable.

“You’re excused?” she repeated flatly, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, thank you so much for your royal pardon, Your Highness.”

She stepped slightly to the side—not bowing or backing down—to move around him.

But of course, he shifted too. Blocking her again without even saying anything else.

Great.