❝Maybe there's a whole bunch of impossible people waiting for me out there. Waiting to make me feel that same uncertainty again and again.❞
Allison Romero has never had any luck when it comes to finding love, or maintaining friends...or just about...
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40: CHAPTER FORTY
"CHOCOLATE or vanilla? Choose your next words wisely."
I tap a slender finger against my chin. "Chocolate," I decide.
"This iswhy I'm friends with you." Izzy says she wants one scoop of chocolate and another one of pistachio to the bored looking worker behind the counter. I settle for two scoops of chocolate and fill it to the top with brownies and sprinkles.
We head to a booth towards the back after paying for our sundaes and I slide in front of Izzy. She's tapping away at her phone, before placing it down on the table and looking up at me. "Can you do me a favour?" She gnaws on her lower lip.
After taking a bite of my sundae, I ask, "What is it?"
"Well, you see...I've got something important this Sunday. Family things. You know how that shit goes. Cousin Tammy—,"
I give a horrified look. "Not cousin Tammy!" I tease.
"Anyway, I was hoping you'd take my shift tomorrow." She clasps her hands together and juts out her bottom lip, blinking her crystalline eyes at me. "Please?"
"Tomorrow's my one day off, but sure," I say in-between bites. "Anything for you."
"Thank you!" She throws her head back and breathes out a relieved sigh. "You're a legend."
"I know."
Izzy is in the middle of telling me a story about how her ex-boyfriend faked having cancer in order to guilt trap her into staying with him when Ethan walks into the ice cream parlour. His mother is walking beside him with Penelope bundled up in his arms.
Izzy stops talking and follows my train of vision, her gaze falling on Ethan standing in front of the counter. Him and I both exchange a look, before he lets his gaze drift back to his mother beside him. I have not seen him in a week. The last time I saw him was when he slammed the door in my face. He didn't bother showing up to school after that incident.
I throw him a flimsy wave in hopes to catch his attention. He looks at me for a bit, grimaces, and then moves around to face the glass window.
Izzy turns back to face me, her thin eyebrows drawn together. "The fuck?" she mouths to me. "Did he just ignore you or am I seeing things?"
"I'll explain later," I whisper and shoot a glance at Ethan. He's at the counter and his back is turned to me. It's as if he feels my stare on him, because he looks over his shoulder and catches my baffled gaze once again.
