ISABELLA
I stared at the message on my screen.
“I’m sorry, Izzy. I wanted to tell you, but I didn’t know how to.”
Oh, you didn’t know how to?
“Let me help you out—maybe not smiling like you won the lottery when you walked up to my almost-boyfriend would’ve been a great start. Maybe not sitting next to me in class and nodding along like the roommate of the year while I poured my whole pathetic heart out to you would’ve been helpful too.”
That is what I wanted to say, but I had only said it in my head. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, I took a deep breath, and typed out the most satisfying comeback I could think of.
“You’re a snake. A pretty one. But still a snake.”
Then I sighed and backspaced every word.
Not because I didn’t mean it—I did. With every cell in my heartbroken bo
