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"WOULD YOU LET ME in, you prick?" Amara hollered from outside Lip's dorm room, holding a plate of brownies in her hands, and impatiently eating one as she waited for him to answer. The lock clicked, and the door slid open. She grinned at him. "Hi."

"Hey," he smiled weakly back at her as she stepped into the room. "What're you doing here?"

She gently placed the plate onto his nightstand and fell onto the bed. "Well, since we had to cancel last night's plans because of your little uh... Laced weed problem I figured I'd come over today instead."

"Oh," he slid into the office chair that was by his desk. "Cool."

She sat up and raised her brows. "Cool?"

"Yeah," he shrugged, grabbing a pencil and turning to his computer. "Cool."

Amara faltered slightly but decided to kick off her shoes, pulling her legs onto the bed. "Heard you got your tuition issue sorted."

"I did."

"Yeah, well it was weird that I heard it from Kev and not from you. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I'm not obligated to tell you everything."

She felt her brows furrow. "Well of course you're not obligated, but I'm your girlfriend. I might've been able to help."

"Good thing it's fixed, now you don't have to."

She rose from the bed slowly. "Right. Lucky me."

"Lucky you."

"I'm thinking about cutting my hair. Should I do it?"

"Uh-huh."

"Might get my cartilage pierced."

"Mhm."

"I ran someone over."

"That's nice."

Amara rolled her eyes. "I'm pregnant."

Lip's head snapped over in her direction. "What?!"

She stared at him in exasperation. "It really took that for you to look at me?"  He exhaled in relief and turned back to his desk. Amara felt a frown tug at her lips. "Lip, did I do something?"

"What? No."

"You're being weird."

"I'm a weird person."

"Lip."

"Everything is fine," he assured, shaking his head and turning back. "Just working."

Amara started towards him almost hesitantly. "So all that talk last night about you throwing me onto this bed was some sort of explicit tease scheme of yours?"

"Look- Amara I'm trying to focus, do you mind?"

She smirked. "Oh, so I'm distracting you?"

"Yeah, and it's fucking annoying."

"Christ," her shoulders slumped and she stepped back. "If you want me to go then just say so you don't need to be such a—"

"I want you to go," he interrupted, staring up at her now, and she struggled to conceal her shock.

"You're joking, aren't you?"

"I'm trying to fucking concentrate. Just get out."

She clenched her jaw, masking her hurt and sent him a curt nod, before walking to her shoes to slip them on, and glared at the back of his head.

Fine, dickhead, Amara thought bitterly. But I'm taking my brownies, too.

She climbed into the driver's seat of the car, and Silvia turned the music down once she got in, her brows raised. "That was fast. I was expecting at least another ten minutes."

"Ha-ha."

"He didn't like the brownies?" She asked, taking the plate. "Does this mean I can have them all?"

"You can have one," Amara gave her a pointed look. "And uh, no he was just full, I guess. Ready to go?"

Silvia scrunched her face. "Already? Can't we stay on campus a little longer? I didn't even get to scope out any hot guys I could date."

Amara snorted. "As if I'd let you date a college boy. Now put your seatbelt on, we're going home."

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"It's so unfair," Silvia complained as Amara pulled up next to the curb, putting the vehicle into park. It was odd having her own car—hopefully she wouldn't fuck up at her job and lose everything. This was a real benefit for her, even if the work itself was the most boring thing ever. "Why does Debbie have a boyfriend and I don't? Is it because I don't have any boobs?"

"You have boobs," Amara rolled her eyes and opened the car door. "Besides, puberty is just starting for you, so don't worry about it. Debbie is just an early bloomer."

Silvia let her head drop as Amara went to stand next to her on the sidewalk. "Ugh," she groaned. "I'm going inside. Grandma made pulled pork for dinner, you coming?"

"Yeah," Amara nodded at her. "I wanna check on Ian first, though. He had his first day of work today. Wanna see how it went. Be right back."

Amara waited until her sister was safely inside before starting towards the Gallagher's, just as a voice yelled out from behind. "Hey!"

"Fiona, shit," she clutched her heart. "You scared the fuck out of me."

Fiona laughed as she got closer, but the sound of a door banging open made the smile fade from her lips as they both turned towards it. Amara tensed, stunned as she saw two army officers dragging out Ian from the house, Mickey clambering behind—shouting things that Amara couldn't make out.

The two girls shared horrified looks before bolting over to the scene. "What the fuck is going on?!"

"You can't just drag him out of his fucking house!" Mickey yelled. "He's sick, for fuck's sake!"

"Fuck!"

"What the fuck-"

"Look- Look, don't take him-"

"You can't take him, he didn't do anything!"

"Where are you taking him?!"

"Tell me where he's going!"

"This is fucking kidnapping— You're kidnapping him!"

Their shouting did no good, and the three of them watched hopelessly after the car as it zoomed away into the night, disappearing around a corner a moment later. Amara's chest heaved with nervous breaths as she attempted to calm herself, looking around at the others, who were wearing the same expression she was positive she had on her face.

"Fuck," she mumbled, running a hand through her hair. First Lip and now this? What the hell was going on?

"It's a shame when someone you love gets taken away," Sammi said from the porch, and Amara turned her head at her voice. "Isn't it?"

Something suddenly clicked. It was Sammi. It had been Sammi—the Gallager's bitch of a half-older sister had taken her best friend away from her.

And all Amara saw was red.

"You bitch!" She sneered, surprised with the amount of venom that was laced in her tone, and before she knew it, she had started chasing after Sammi. "Stupid skanky cunt! Your useless son's drug problem should've had nothing to do with Ian!"

"Back away from me," Sammi warned, pulling out a knife from her jeans, and pointing it at her.

Amara didn't stop. "You're a fucking pussy. You might have everyone else here fooled, but I'm not falling for your act."

"Amara!" Fiona shouted, both her and Mickey standing in the living room with wide eyes.

"Jesus fuck."

"Do it," Amara said darkly. "Good luck seeing your son when you're locked up across state and he's stuck in foster care because his mother is a lumpy old hag who put a knife through someone's chest. Bet he'd be real proud."

Sammi stared at her, with pursed lips and a clenched jaw, before she lowered the weapon. Amara's fist came flying before she had the chance to thing about it, and the next thing she knew the blonde girl was on the floor with a bleeding nose.

"Okay," Mickey grasped her by the arms and pulled her back. "Okay. You've made your point, Amara. Breathe."

Fiona pressed her palms into her eyes, sighing heavily as Sammi crawled to the back door to leave. Amara nodded and Mickey dropped his hold around her, though she was still glaring at the spot Sammi had just been.

"Bitch," she spat.

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a/n

yea so that mayyyy have been a little unrealistic but amara did what we all wanted to do and that's all that matters. also, told u angst was coming😏

ps ignore the typos in this chapter i didn't proofread HAHAHA