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A few hours later, Amy brought Stacy a hot cup of herbal tea. The skinny blonde gratefully accepted it with a smile and thanked her.
"So, you're sure you're going to be okay?"
The leggy girl nodded softly.
"I'll be fine, Amy," she assured her friend. They'd been sitting in their room, talking ever since the redhead had returned to find her so upset. She had let out every last bit of hurt and anger over what Shane had done, and she was genuinely feeling better now than she had earlier. Why had she been so stubborn, though? She shook her head.
"What?" Amy inquired.
"I'm just sorry I didn't listen to you," Stacy said. "I should have done that the second you told me about the bet."
"Well, you just really, really liked him," came the reply as the redhead sipped her own tea. "I guess that coupled with the fact that you wanted to trust him clouded your judgment." She shrugged. "It happens."
"Yeah." The blonde was thoughtful for a moment as she stared down into her tea. She raised her gaze back to her friend and asked, "So, what's been going on lately? I haven't exactly hung out with you or the guys for awhile... I feel like I need to catch up."
Amy suddenly found herself beaming at the mention of the guys. Since they hadn't hung out or even spoken much lately, the other girl didn't even know about her and Adam.
"Well, Adam and I are together now."
Stacy's face brightened as she dropped her jaw with delight.
"What? Are you, really?"
Amy nodded.
"He asked me out a couple of weeks back. We went out to a movie and dinner and are officially dating."
"Amy, that's great!" Stacy squealed, reaching out for her friend. She gave her as best a hug as she could manage, considering their piping hot beverages.
"He's a great guy," the redhead nodded, grinning. She then thought about Jay but knew she wouldn't utter a word of what she was thinking of in particular. That was something he would have to do on his own.
Almost as though reading her thoughts, the tall blonde said, "And Jay?"
"He's all right... Well, he missed you. We've all missed you, Stace."
"Aww." Stacy smiled and was silent as she was thoughtful for a moment. Then, her mood darkening somewhat, she asked, "So, how are things now with Paul?" It was difficult to get his name out, and it nearly stuck in her throat. She'd never liked that guy. How could she have been so dumb about Shane? They were best friends, after all, and your friends were always a reflection of yourself.
Amy's good mood abruptly dissipated at the mention of the big quarterback. God, what a scummy asshole he had turned out to be. She couldn't believe she had ever given him the benefit of the doubt and tried to give him the chance to be her friend.
"He harassed me after History class last Thursday," she admitted in a sour tone.
Stacy's expression grew outraged.
"Oh, God... What happened?"
"He cornered me in the hallway when I tried to ignore him," Amy said. She shuddered as she recalled the incident. "He was so angry, because he also lost his girlfriend thanks to his stupid bet. I was so scared of him, but thankfully, Professor Calloway came by just in time."
The blonde gasped.
"Thank God!" she exclaimed. She could imagine how frightened the redhead must have been. "Are you going to report him?"
Amy emphatically shook her head.
"Not unless he bothers me again." Just as soon as those words left her lips, she knew he would do just that, and probably once the weekend was over. One thing was certain - Levesque just didn't know when to quit, as he didn't seem the type to give up easily. She sighed as Stacy posed another question.
"Does Adam know about this?"
Amy lowered her hazel gaze and shook her head. She still wasn't planning on telling him, either. She didn't want to burden him with the nonsense with Paul if she didn't have to.
"Well, maybe you should tell him," the leggy blonde suggested.
"If I have no other alternative, I will," she promised. Hastily, she changed the subject after that, as it was touchy for her and she didn't want to discuss it anymore.
"So... are you up for meeting the guys?"
Stacy eyed her with a bit of hope.
"Yeah. I'd really enjoy that. I really miss them."
"Well, then, missy... get your shoes on and come on!" Amy cried with a wink.