Chapter SeventeenChocolate Sundae
1 tub of vanilla ice cream
dark chocolate shavings
brownies, chopped into chunks
whipped cream
sprinkles
chocolate syrup
4 best friends
It’s been twenty-four hours since I last texted Lucas. Forty hours since he confessed. I haven’t heard from him since. I’ve taken it as a sign from the universe telling me that he’s dead. In a ditch. Rotting because of his lies.
Of course, I’m exaggerating.
But still.
It could happen.
I waited for his reply all night, and I waited for nothing. It was impossible and nerve-racking. So nerve-racking, in fact, that I started biting my nails in anxiety. And here I thought I’d quit that bad habit. It only took one person and his absence to ruin my nail beds. I’ve lost a lot of sleep because of him, and not in a good
