Soren
By the time I reach the parking lot the ice cream is dripping down my arm. I can't even think clearly and my head is pounding and I know I'm almost white from jumping from one pot of trouble to another.
I watch the disastrous melting mess that is chocolate chip melt into a damp mess on the blacktop and I think: This is my life now. Everything good goes pear shaped the second I touch it.
My phone vibrates and I jump.
A message from Mom. I shut my eyes tightly and wish I'm blind so I can't see the context of the message.
This is it. They know. They saw the photo. Mom is going to kill me, Alpha Donovan is going to banish me, and Felix…
God, Felix.
I throw the cone in a trash bin close by, and dial for an Uber on my phone. It takes me three tries to finish typing t
