"Where the hell is Wendy?" Joy grumbled as she and Angela walked down the hallway leading to the multi-purpose hall together. "She's usually on her phone, liking pictures of random guys, but when you need her to read a text, it's like she doesn't even own a phone."
Angela’s lips curved up. "She's probably with Nicholas."
Joy pulled on the strap of her satchel bag with a sigh. Wendy probably was.
They never thought they’d see the day their dearest friend would finally fall in love. Sure, she thought about guys like Nicholas and Roan and gushed about them all the time, but she’d never acted like she’d fallen for them. Or for any other guy.
Wendy was just drifting along high school with no interest in love. Part of that might be Joy’s fault for only showing her the bad sides of a relation
