Grace Coleman's POV
London, a beautiful and divine city, yet here I am, stuck in the kitchen, eating alone out of sheer boredom. Should I go find Daphne? Oh, hell no! She's probably busy with that i***t Wallace again. I refuse to be a cockblocker. I sigh and glance at my phone. His chat is archived, but that damn number, burned into my memory, pops up in the chat history, reminding me he hasn't messaged. Liar, liar, pants on fire, and I don't date liars. Although, is hooking up considered dating? Nope! My plan was to make him see what he's missing by lying. I wanted Elias to ask me out, forcing him to chauffeur us around and endure my company. But he never asked. What a failure I am! I'll just eat my feelings and end up gaining a ton of weight. Screw it! I browse the internet, catching
