Chapter 62

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Y/n's POV

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Y/n's POV

We were all seated in possibly the tiniest booth to exist, not to mention its freakishly silent. I really pissed Billie off earlier...why can't I learn to just stop.

"I'm about sick of this quiet shit."

Billie said while playing with the napkin wrapped silverware.

"I think I'm gonna get banana pancakes.."

Drew announced while going through the personal packets of syrup.

"What are you gonna get?"

She asked glancing at me, I shrugged folding my straw wrapping in tiny pieces...something I did whenever I felt anxious.

"If you don't know what you're going to get look at the fucking menu."

Billie snapped while sliding the menu to me, why is she being so mean? She hasn't treated me like this since we first met.

"Right.."

I mumbled opening the menu glancing at all the items, my appetite is long gone by now..but if I don't get something she'll probably snap my head off.

"The French toast is good.."

Billie mumbled while sipping her water, I glanced at her meeting her dazed eyes.

"I'll probably try that-"

"You don't have to. I was just suggesting...that's all."

Drew threw her a look, I slouched back against the booth crossing my arms.

"Im not even hungry."

She shoved her cup away from her glaring at me.

"Why because I said you don't have to get the french toast!? If you want the stupid ass french toast get it!"

I jumped as she slammed her hands against the table, her nostrils flared as she sunk back down into the booth. Why is she so angry.

"Jesus christ Billie what is up with you? Take a damn chill pill.."

Drew said while giving me an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry for ruining your day Billie.."

"Y/n you didn't ruin-"

"Im gonna just call my dad to come get me..enjoy your breakfast."

I slid out of the booth quickly making my way outside, I wiped the few stray tears that slipped out. Im not used to her treating me like Im dog shit.

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