"I'll go make a grocery run; we're mostly out of carrots." My mum decided to be cruel after a successful 20 minutes of trying to indulge everyone in a conversation, I glared at her; what even did we need carrots for now?
"Okay Mrs. Jacobs." Nate said so sweetly, almost making me puke.
I tried to communicate telepathically with my mum while intensely staring at her but she totally ignored my eyes. "I'll be back soon."
And like that, she left.
I internally groaned. What was with everyone and setting me up? At this point, I felt wronged.
The main cake had already been long put in the oven and the cupcakes were left. I seriously considered leaving Nate in here all by himself to put in the cupcake batter and locking myself up in my room but my conscience wouldn't let me. I really was stuck
