Veronica's POV
I glared at my phone, Ryan's dismissive text had seared my eyes: "I'm busy." A frustrated scream tore from my lips. Ryan's behavior had changed dramatically since that awkward Clarabell girl arrived. The kissing booth incident only intensified his detachment. Was he developing feelings for someone else? My mind raced with possibilities.
"Nica!!" My mom's shrill voice pierced the air, shattering my concentration. I gritted my teeth, annoyance simmering. I despised the childish nickname she insisted on using. No one else knew it, and I preferred it that way.
As I stomped downstairs, my eyes locked with Mom's, a spark of defiance igniting within me. "I never thought you'd be home this early," I said, questioning her. "What's going on?"
Mom cleared her throat, her expression
