“Yeah, you’re right. He might just be extremely busy, right? To even return my call or reply to my text,” I countered sarcastically just to silent her.
The sky was blue—it reminded me of his eyes. A few clouds hanging loosely in places. I inhaled deeply the fresh air blowing my face as Queen trotted slowly to the riding trails, and I had thousands of acres of beautiful scenery to see than to sulk and think of him who might not be doing the same because if he did, he could’ve just frigging sent me a frigging text, and that was making me furious.
“I’m sorry, Blaine. I’ll stop asking if you don’t wanna talk about him right now, but you should eventually let your anger out of your chest,” Olive cooed.
I rolled my eyes inwardly for her being right.
And yet she has been talking about him eve
