peyton's pov :
i went back to brandons house, angry. brandon noticed almost instantly. i ran up to the guest room and sat on the bed. "peyton? can i come in? are you okay?"
i let him in and he hugged me. i half smiled knowing he can make me feel better with the simplest things.
"aren't you supposed to be with jason or whatever his name is ?" i laughed. "it's jacob but he ditched me."
"im sorry. do you wanna get some ice cream? or maybe watch a mov-"
my phone started to ring. and of course it was jacob.
"one sec."
i walked out of the room. i answered.
"what"
"hey look peyton i am really sorry i didn't come to dinner. i was really busy."
"were you that busy to not call me or text me? i sat in the restaurant for 30 minutes waiting. what were you even doing?"
"i'm sorry. i was um. i forgot."
"wow."
"look i can make it up to you. come to my house, we can watch a movie or something."
"fine."
