AMY
My room was a mess, more like a disaster zone. Pillows were flung on the sofa, and a half-eaten ice cream cone lay on the side table, gazing at me.
It's been a day.
Twenty-four f*****g hours and still nothing from Pete. He should be at my doorstep right now, begging.
Not a call or two, or a pathetic voicemail even. I lay on my bed looking restless and feeling shitty. I mean, I had walked in on him and her. Hayley.
Shit, that name tasted bitter on my tongue.
It was like I had ceased to exist ever since his eyes caught someone else. Even though I told myself repeatedly that I didn't care, it still didn't stop my mind from thinking about him.
The doorbell rang.
Shit.
Who in their right mind was visiting me at a time like this? I sank deeper into my duvet, hoping they'd go a
