LENA'S POV We all sat quietly at the front booth of a Chinese restaurant, our eyes saying all that we couldn't. Arlo and I sat together, while Briar and Ivy sat opposite us. The silence stretched for what seemed like an eternity, uncomfortable and nerve racking. "But seriously, I can't believe you two, though” Ivy's voice suddenly bursted, cutting through the tensed silence. “How can you get back together without telling us?" she gasped. Briar tried to calm her down but she gave him a glare, sharp enough to kill before turning to me. "Lena, I thought I was your best friend. Why would you keep something like this from me?" Looking at her scrunched-up face, I was genuinely lost of words. Damn this bitch was getting better at her acting. "Ivy," I called, sipping my coffee nonchalantly, like I wasn't as tensed as everyone else. "What?" she snapped, sweeping her hair backwards dramatically, seemingly ready to counter whatever i had to say. "You made up with Briar, didn't you?"
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