Aliyah West has a very simple life, that is until she agrees to be the interim incharge of her mother's bakery-cafe and her crush, Noah, decides to apply.
Things are bound to turn topsy and turvy. And Aliyah is sure she is going to be a disaster.
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(to lovelacettes for being here. you are amazing.)
I WAS DROWNING IN misery. It would be only fitting that I would eat an entire tub of ice cream by myself as I buried my face in Jay’s shoulder.
“Why does this happen to me?” I groaned as Jay shut off the TV. We had just finished watching Love, Simon, a movie that always made me cry, and even though I felt a lot better after having shared a box of tissue with Jay, I couldn’t help but curse my fate.
“Girl, I don’t know. Maybe your ugliness made God feel like you deserved it for having shown that face to him,” he mumbled, not at all helping my case. I lifted my head from his shoulder, shooting him a dry look that was accompanied by a smack to his chest. “Ouch. You didn’t have to smack me so hard, Ali,” he grumbled and I huffed.
“Serves you right,” I told him and watched as he pulled a face at me.
“Do you remember the time that you broke a bone for your last summer’s crush?” he whispered after we had drifted into silence, earning yet another smack at me.
“You are getting meaner every day,” I said as I scooted away from him. I scowled as he laughed at my expense. “Fuck you, Jay Mehrotra.”
“I can’t decide between what is my favorite moment where you embarrassed yourself. Both the bone-breaking incident was great but so was the time you accidentally kicked Liam in his balls and he couldn’t walk properly for a week,” he said with a completely straight face like it was a very important matter of concern. But at my unimpressed look, he doubled over.
“Are you done?” I questioned as I picked up my vanilla ice cream tub again and dumped all of Jay’s chocolate ice cream in mine too. He didn’t deserve ice cream.
“No,” he wheezed as he clutched his stomach. Jay had the impression that he was very funny but he was not. But I let him believe so. “Not really. Your dating history, or should I say attempts at trying to date, is absolutely hilarious and I swear to god, another day is added to my life when I hear about your deeds.”
I didn’t bother with replying. If he wanted to laugh, he could.
I had taken away his ice-cream. He was a naughty kid and he had been punished. I would let him have this one.
When he was done laughing, he reached over to his ice cream tub. His look of outrage satisfied me. And when he cried out in betrayal, I grinned at him widely. “You are an asshole, Aliyah West,” he accused me as he pointed a finger in my direction while looking down at his empty tub.
