new rules — amrin & whit. ( blitz )

She had no clue she was going to be blindsided, even though she knew better than that.

The sounds of people’s voices dragging across her eardrum as they mentioned her name out loud for everyone to hear.

Of course, she knew she brought it on herself with Coralie.

That was almost a given, but she didn’t expect Beryl and Harvey to gang up on her as well.

She didn’t waste any time leaving the event and barricading herself in a fortress of solitude. Harvey had tried to accost her at some point, but Amrin took off before he could try to say a word to her. She didn’t care what he had to say, plain and simple.

She took a long moment to just calm down.

Her fingers massaging her ear lobes in order to relieve some of the stress that had built up. She returned to her room and hid under the blankets of the bed she was in. Once she realized that Whitney had returned, she got out of her bed with her blanket and journal and moved to the living room, where she spent the night curled up on one of the very luxurious couches in the mansion.

She just didn’t know how to talk to anyone in that moment.

She spent a good part of the night and morning there, trying to ignore what was going on, but failing miserably.

The words that came out of Whitney’s mouth during the event seemed to continue replaying in her mind, which when Amrin thought about it, she was surprised that Whitney did not say her name as well. After all, their first meeting hadn’t been the best, Amrin being the ice queen that she was. She was shocked to see Whitney come to her defense.

She was appreciative, no matter how much she thought that she didn’t need it. Amrin wasn’t surprised that Coralie tried to go for the jugular, in fact, she had planned on it. If she had more time, she would have countered her argument and showed everyone just how smart she was. However, it wasn’t her place.

Whitney though stepped right up to the plate, saying exactly what Amrin would have battled back with, and for that, she was thankful.

So she finally decided to return to her room.

She was wrapped in the blanket, her journal wrapped under it, and she moved right to her bed.

Whitney had given her an informal greeting and all Amrin could do was give a faint smile.

She wasn’t good at this, no matter how much she thought she was ready for it.

”Thank you.” Amrin said, sitting on her bed and placing her journal in front of her. ”And hey.” She smiled before looking out the window for a second and pulling the blanket tighter around her body.

She wasn’t sure what she should have said next, the awkwardness making its home between them.

”Did…” Amrin spoke up after a moment of thinking what the best course of action was. ”… we get off on the wrong foot?” Amrin posed before opening her journal to a new page, writing her name and Whitney’s in a very neat and concise handwriting.

Maybe it was time to become more than what each other thought they were.