Caspian
"I'm not jealous!" she yelled soon after. "Why the hell should I be?"
I didn't say anything else but instead watched as Ava stormed off, her frown a clear indication of her frustration. She didn't even bother to look back, just marched straight to her room.
My gaze fell upon the mess on the floor - the cookie she had poured out everywhere. I sighed and began cleaning up the mess.
Once I finished cleaning, I headed upstairs, and then, I wanted to knock on Ava's door, to try and talk to her, but then again? What the hell am I going to talk to her about? What she just needs is some space, some time to calm down.
I entered my room and grabbed my phone from the bedside table. I dialed Marcel's number, and he answered immediately.
"What's up, friend?" Marcel's voice was cheerful, a
