The Wrong Valentine (on hold)

Eleven

Thank you so much, AinaRahman for helping me. You are a lifesaver! Or shall we say, booksaver? This chapter's for you. xx

I feel like I should do a recap since it's been so long. I'm just really busy and heartbroken so...

Ivory had been avoiding Seb for too long so one day Seb waited for her to exit her room. Ivory then blurted out the reason why she was avoiding him. It turns out Sebastian wasn't S.A., in fact he has feelings for Violet! Due to relief and happiness that they're finally okay and that their friendship still remains, they hugged each other. While in the process of hugging, Violet caught them and was immediately furious at both of them.

I suck at making recaps. So, here comes chapter eleven.

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Chappie 11

"This is Vi-uhh-let! Leave a message after the beep.

Beep!"

"Violet, please. It's been a whole day. I thought you said you can't stand being away from me for too long because we're like magnets? A whole day seems like a lifetime to me. I miss you. I miss us. God, I sound so corny right now. It's like were in a relationship." I managed to let out a chuckle.

"You've been avoiding me the whole day. What you saw isn't what you think it is. If only you could just let me explain personally." I sighed.

"Talk to me. Please. I miss you." I ended the call and put my phone down. That was my 26th voicemail for her.

She was avoiding me the whole day. I've been trying to approach her, believe me. But she completely ignored me.

I couldn't take it anymore! I decided on talking to her on the following day and I would make sure she wouldn't ignore me again.

"Ivory," my mom called from downstairs, "dinner is ready. Come!"

"Be right there, mom!" I called back.

As I went downstairs, I was welcomed by the aroma of mom's cooking. It made my stomach growl even more.  My mom was at the table setting the condiments.

"Need some help?" I offered her but she immediately declined.

"It's okay, sweetheart. I'm almost done."

All of us ate together in silence until we heard the doorbell ring.

"I'll get it," dad says, "you ladies just enjoy your dinner." He said with a smile then went for the door.

A couple of minutes had passed. Mom and I were finished eating when she said, "Why don't you go check who your father is talking to, sweetie. I'll wash the dishes first."

"Okay mom! Oh, by the way, you're cooking is still the very best that I've ever tasted. Just thought I'd say that." I gave her a kiss on the cheek then left.

I walked to the doors while humming my favorite song at the moment, Stressed Out. Us teenagers and adults can surely relate to this.