❝Maybe there's a whole bunch of impossible people waiting for me out there. Waiting to make me feel that same uncertainty again and again.❞
Allison Romero has never had any luck when it comes to finding love, or maintaining friends...or just about...
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a/n I present to you the shittest chapter ever!!1! I've been struggling with mental health issues lately and it's hard to force yourself to write when you're so miserable buuuuut I'm officially on summer break which means faster updates (hopefully).
also y'all can thank me later for what happens in this chapter ;) after ten years lmao.
47: CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
MY FINALS end today and I couldn't have been more apprehensive. I'm eating away at my nails as I stand in line with Ethan behind me—whose in a conversation with Phoebe. He doesn't even take his eyes off Phoebe when he grabs my hand and takes it out of my mouth. "Relax, will you?" he mutters. Phoebe just smiles at me.
"So are you going to that party tonight?" I ask in an attempt to deflect my thoughts away from the overwhelming feeling of anxiety I'm currently under.
Ethan nods. He's busying himself by looking through his pencil case for a pen. "Yeah." He peeks up at me then with a confused frown. "I was under the impression we were going together."
I wince. "Yeah, look, no offence to you or anything but parties aren't really my thing. I just want to go home and crash for the night," I say to him.
"Ah." He stares into the distance and says nothing for a bit. He seems peeved, so I open my mouth to apologise, but he beats me to the chase. "I won't go either on one condition."
"You're blackmailing me?" I mock gasp. This earns a smile from him.
"Penelope is celebrating her third birthday tomorrow at my mum's house and I want you to be there to keep me sane throughout it all. She wants me to set up the tables and watch over the kids." There's a sour look on his face and he's grimacing. "Please, come. I'll shoot myself in the face if I'm stuck cleaning their poop."
I guffaw aloud. "They're all three, I'm sure they won't be pooping themselves."
"Whatever," he grumbles in return. We begin to line up in our home groups in order to enter the exam room. Ethan notices my face being overcome by a look of sheer panic and he nudges me, smiling lazily. "Tomorrow's Halloween."
"Your sister's birthday is on Halloween?" I wrinkle my nose. I know he's just trying to distract me, and I'm thoroughly grateful.
"Yep. The party is going to be Halloween based." Even he can't hold back his eye roll at that.
"I'm going trick or treating with Crystal and Makayla tomorrow."
He chuckles. "Aren't you too old to be going trick or treating?"
I gasp, "No such thing as too old for trick or treating!"
