Chapter 3

Scott's POV

I froze for a moment, then chuckled bitterly at myself.

That day at the shopping mall, I had only gone to pick up my drink, and by the time I came back, they were nowhere to be found.

It turned out that while I was running around looking for them, they were busy helping Wyatt try on clothes. It was no wonder none of my calls or messages got a response that day.

Queenie finally recalled what had happened. She stopped looking at her phone screen, a slightly embarrassed expression washing over her face.

"I-I got it mixed up. You weren't there that day. I was going to call you, but that store only sold suits. You always said suits are too stiff and refuse to wear them."

I remained silent, my eyes fixed on her.

Queenie reached out to pat my head, only for me to dodge her. "Do you feel left out? I'll take you on a solo shopping trip to pick out a few new outfits next time, then. How does that sound, Scott?"

I was taking too long to respond, so Wyatt initiated a video call in the group chat. I ignored it while Queenie picked up and passed her phone to me.

"Why aren't you picking one, Scott? Is it really that hard to decide?" Wyatt asked.

Queenie spoke softly beside me. "You should pick one, Scott. Otherwise, Wyatt is going to think you still haven't forgiven him and won't get a good night's sleep."

I scoffed and deliberately went against her. "They both look good, so just pick whichever one you like."

Upon hearing that, Wyatt called me out for giving such a half-hearted answer.

The following day, when we all met up at the amusement park entrance, Wyatt showed up in the casual outfit. He had gone with Yvonne's choice.

I caught a glimpse of disappointment on Queenie's face.

Wyatt sent those two off to queue up, then pulled me toward the stand to buy some drinks. "I knew you weren't actually mad at me! I mean, we're best friends, after all!"

I smiled faintly, choosing to remain silent.

It was opening day, so a ton of people showed up specifically for the massive Ferris wheel. It was very crowded.

Just when we finally made it to the front of the line, Yvonne and Queenie suddenly got into a fight over who got to sit with Wyatt.

Yvonne said, "You're Scott's foster sister, so obviously you should ride with him, Queenie."

Queenie stubbornly shot back, "Wyatt went with your outfit choice, so it's only fair that he rides with me!"

Those in line behind us were getting impatient, some complaining and others shouting at us to move along.

"Are you guys getting on or what? Why don't you step aside and figure it out before getting back in line?"

"What the hell is wrong with you guys? Why don't all three of you just sit together? Why are you even arguing over this?"

Yvonne and Queenie snapped back at the same time. "Who the hell would want to ride with her?"

They had said that, but in the end, the three of them still chose to ride in the same cabin. They said it was more spacious if one person rode in a single cabin, so Queenie and Yvonne both tacitly gave me the chance to ride alone.

Wyatt leaned against the glass partition and looked at me enviously. "I'm so jealous you get to have the cabin to yourself, while I'm stuck sharing this one with these two."

I could hear the woman standing behind me complain quietly to her boyfriend.

"Is that really jealousy? He's obviously just showing off. How disgusting! I'd beat you up if you ever said something like that!"

I instinctively turned around and looked at her.

She looked slightly embarrassed as she explained, "I was joking around, so please don't take it personally."

I didn't hold it against her. After all, everything she said was spot on.