Alice’s POV:
We finished our lunches with only the three of us. I wondered where Randy went. I threw away my garage and saw Ian and Pamela bickering. Being the kind, non-snoopy me, I sneaked towards them.
Pamela crossed her arms, “I’m not betraying Kayla! She is my best friend!”
“Well, she is my girlfriend!” He took a step closer to her. “We are nothing.”
What a cliche sentence.
“Definitely nothing,” she replied in a dead tone.
“And that you know at the party was a mistake,” Ian mumbled.
Mistake?
“A mistake,” Pamela chuckled lightly, shifting her weight back and forth between her legs. “What were we thinking?” Her eyes were awkwardly moving from him to the ground and back at him.
“We definitely weren’t,” Ian responded and awkwardly chuckled along.
Then, they stop chuckling.
They
