Phil’s POV
“Again?” is what the text said.
Theo taking a swig of coffee wearing his white thermal shirt, hair kind of mussed. I recognized the café and knew immediately that it must be another snapchat post from Chelsea. She’d even added an animated caption “Bestie” in the corner of the photo.
Bestie.
I rolled my eyes, ignoring the pang in my chest.
f*****g Bestie?
“You said they weren’t dating,” Diana sent.
“They weren’t,” I sent back.
And my phone rang. I sighed from where I was seated on his bed, glaring up at the stupid poster still hanging on his ceiling. Last night he said he wanted me to come over so, of course, here I am. Alone. I wanted to cry, not chat about his newfound love life over the phone. I thought about hanging up but, after
