GINA
I stumble out of the guestroom in Frankie's house still feeling sleepy. I can feel my head pounding from all the cries and tears last night. I head for the dining table where Frankie is seated. “Hey,” I greet quietly.
She raises her head. “Oh, hey babe. You are awake. How was your night?”
I shrug my shoulders. “It was okay,” I say. I pull out a seat and slip into it.
“I made toast,” she says, pushing a plate in my direction. “You should eat.”
“Right, thanks.” I pick up the toast and sink my teeth into it, biting a part of and munching slowly.
“Did Lucas call?”
“No,” I answer with a bitter smile on my face. He hasn’t called or texted to know if I’ve gotten home or how I’m feeling. God, I can’t believe I wasted all my teenage years and basically all my life pining over a guy w
