‘Meet me at Red Mango?’ the text flashed on my cracked phone screen. I groaned and threw my head back onto my bed. I had learned over the years that that particular phrase always meant the same thing.
We need to talk.
Yes, Finn. We did need to talk. Except, I didn't really want to anymore. You know, that whole rule about how, when you get worked up, you are supposed to wait 24 hours to act out?
It wasn't like I was scared.
I tossed my phone up and down, debating on what to reply. I finally decided on turning it on silent, and pretending I had never read the message. He could wait there if he wanted.
I sighed to myself, knowing I didn't mean that. The thought of Finn sitting alone at a crowded ice cream shop hurt my heart more than I cared to admit. I was feeling guilty even thinking
