Alexa’s Pov
Guava Lane, 11:45 p.m.
The gathering has nearly reached its zenith, with the onset of Christmas imminent. It is a moment for festivity, yet I find myself seated alone on a couch, clutching a cup of flat soda.
Ivy, Colton, and I had arrived at the celebration promptly at nine o'clock. However, in the last couple of hours, I have only encountered them once. While it remains unconfirmed, it appears they may be in a romantic relationship. If they are not, I find myself perplexed.
It is evident that they are indeed sharing a kiss. This becomes clear as they approach me just before midnight.
The lipstick smudged on Colton’s face is a telling sign, unmistakably belonging to my best friend. There is only one individual who favors that particular shade of red.
Ivy perches on the e
