A White party

“Do you guys know each other?” I ask, confused as to why they’re insulting one another.

“You could say that,” Evan says, with an evil glint in his eyes as he stares at Amber.

“I don’t know this rich snob,” Amber says, venom dripping in her words.

“Wow, Amber. If you don’t know him, why do you keep insulting him?” I ask, confused at her hostility toward Evan.

“I’ll tell you why. This morning he used his expensive car to splash water on me while I was standing beside the road. Then, when I asked him to buy me new clothes because he ruined mine, he said I was lucky he wasn’t pressing charges against me for hitting his car with my shoe.”

“You hit his car with your shoe?” I ask, surprised she’d do that. Truthfully though, I shouldn’t be surprised. This is Amber we’re talking about. Even if a man were seven feet tall, Amber would still pick a fight with him.

“She did. And thankfully it’s an expensive car, like she said, so the windshield was strong enough to suffer no damage,” Evan say