POV’s Philip
“Philip.” My mom scolded. “You’d better think of something soon.”
I sighed. “I will. Don’t worry about it.”
I tried to fend off my mom's invasive questions about my life throughout lunch, and just as I grabbed the check, I noticed two people walking into the restaurant.
My current least favorite people.
Eld and Penny.
Eld had lived in the same area as me when we were kids, but I’d heard recently that his parents had moved. I guess that means they live here now. Great.
His eyes found me pretty quickly, and I noticed the way he wrapped an arm around Penny, as if to piss me off.
For some reason, that wasn’t what made me angry.
When I looked at Penny, I was pissed for another reason entirely.
Because I was thinking about how Tate vaguely described what Penny was saying a
