AMY’S POV I felt her Britneys's hand hitting my back as I emptied all the content in my stomach,“Easy, easy,” she muttered.I waved a trembling hand, trying to catch my breath as I lifted my head up from the toilet seat, “I.. I'm fine,” “No, you’re not. What's going on?” Her tone was franticI leaned my forehead against my arm, still kneeling, “it's nothing. It's probably their drinks from last night still messing with me.” Britney frowned, “That didn't look like nothing, you went pale immediately I came in,” I gagged again at the lingering scent of her perfume, “God…please, Brit, can you step back a little…it's your perfume,” I gagged again She immediately stepped away from me, guilt flashing across her face, “Sorry…I didn't know, are you sure you're okay?” I flushed the toilet and sat back against the wall, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, my chest heaved as I tried to steady myself, “I don't know… I feel sick,” Her eyes studied me carefully, “You look really pale,
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