Chapter 2

Scott's POV

In the end, both Queenie and Yvonne walked Wyatt back.

I opened the class group chat as soon as I returned to my room and submitted my exchange student application to my academic advisor.

Dad returned home at 8:00 pm and started making dinner for us.

Queenie came to my room to call me for dinner. She couldn't help but sigh when I ignored her. "You're still mad at Wyatt, aren't you? You know his personality, Scott. He may be loud and obnoxious sometimes, but he genuinely cares about you."

Wyatt transferred into our class during the first semester of sophomore year after his parents relocated for work. He made a strong impression on his first weekly test, taking my spot and putting himself, Yvonne, and Queenie in the top three.

At that time, a classmate I couldn't stand came over after looking at the test results and dropped a snide comment right in my ear.

"You're constantly so full of yourself just because you have two beautiful women by your side. You really blew it this time, didn't you? You won't even be able to hold onto third place in ranking anymore."

Wyatt happened to walk by and overheard his remarks. He immediately started a brawl with the classmate, and in the end, both of their parents were summoned to the school.

I was drawn to Wyatt's take-no-crap attitude, and before long, we became best friends.

Thus, from then on, our group grew from three to four. We even ended up at the same university after high school.

It went on like that until I suddenly realized I was being slowly pushed out of their circle.

Queenie reached over and yanked the blanket off my head. "Get up and eat dinner first, Scott."

I was genuinely hungry. I figured I shouldn't skip a meal just because I was upset, so I got up, washed my hands, and went to eat.

During dinner, Queenie casually mentioned, "A huge amusement park just opened in the city with a massive Ferris wheel. Wyatt invited all of us to go check it out tomorrow."

I was just about to refuse, but Dad suddenly spoke up. "I actually heard about that from a colleague of mine. You should go with them, Scott—and also keep Queenie company. She used to stare at the Ferris wheels on TV when she was little and always wanted to ride one.

"It's just a shame that there weren't any in our city back then. I've always been tied up with work, so I couldn't take you kids on trips outside the city much."

I couldn't bring myself to refuse anymore since Dad had already said so.

Our group chat was already blowing up by the time I finished dinner. Wyatt was stressing over what outfit to wear the next day, trying on a bunch of clothes and spamming the group chat with photos.

Queenie and Yvonne couldn't agree on anything, sending over a hundred messages arguing about it.

Wyatt angrily dropped a voice message into the group chat.

"Why are you two choosing for me? I sent those photos so that Scott could pick one for me. He's my best friend, so he knows what suits me best!"

He tentatively added, "You're not mad at me anymore, right, Scott? I swear I won't do that anymore."

Yvonne quickly answered on my behalf. "You don't have to worry about it. Scott isn't that petty. You actually helped him fix his awful sense of direction, so he should be thanking you instead—not getting angry. Isn't that right, Scott?"

Wyatt took her word for it and kept messaging me, urging me to choose the best outfit that suited him.

Yvonne tagged me in the group chat. "Doesn't this casual outfit look better on Wyatt, Scott? I mean, even the sales associate at the store complimented his good looks when he tried it on that day."

Queenie looked at the messages and sat down next to me, rolling her eyes. "That sales associate was literally just being polite, but Yvonne is clueless enough to believe it.

"You see, the black suit I picked looks much better! Hasn't she ever heard of how good a guy looks in a formal suit? Wyatt really loved it when he tried it on that day, too. You're like my brother, Scott, so you have to take my side on this!"

I shifted the conversation and suddenly asked her, "You guys bought both of these outfits in-store? When did you buy them? How come I had no idea about this?"

Queenie was replying to Wyatt's message, so she didn't even bother to look up. "We bought it at the store on the third floor of the shopping mall. You were there with us that day, weren't you? How did you forget about it already?"