(Mylay's POV)
It was Saturday night, and it had been a few days since my fight with Misha. We haven't spoken, and Lucy keeps trying to mediate between us. I am starting to regret the argument. Maybe she was right. I haven't seen or heard from Quame' since he took me out into town. I am just thankful I didn't embarrass myself by going to him like an i***t. The knowledge that Quame' didn't feel the same way and was only toying with me started to make me depressed. The fight with Misha wasn't helping. I decided enough was enough and went to knock on their door.
Lucy opened it immediately, "Oh, hey, My. How's it going?" Lucy asked as she let me into their room. "Good. I just wanted to apologize to you both," I stated in defeat. Misha perked up at that comment and said, "well, go on." "I am
