Chapter6

#Chapter6

Feeling is Mutual

/"Well?/" Phoebe prompted as she glanced at me.

/"Atlas? What atlas?/" I asked, blinking rapidly at her. She only huffed as she turned to flip the waffle iron, /"What do you need an atlas for? You don't need an atlas. You're bad at directions. You get lost in your own room./" I added my word vomit.

/"I smelled his scent in your room, Dione./" She said, her voice monotonous.

/"I don't know what you're talking about,/" I mumbled, fiddling with my fingers. Exactly what I do when I'm lying.

And since Phoebe has been a friend of mine for a long time, my little actions didn't go unnoticed. The word vomit, the huffing, and the fiddling of fingers. All the clues were right in front of her. How convenient. /"You're lying,/" she huffs as she looks over her shoulder at me, giving all her love and attention towards the waffle she's making.

Good to know her priorities.