I looked at her from head to toe. She wasn't wearing a T-shirt with the words Freedom on her chest. She's also not wearing sexy hotpants. Everything I've seen since earlier has turned out to be just my dirty imagination of Ivy. God, what has happened to me? And all Ivy's rage isn't real either. I'm grateful.
"I called you earlier. You're silent, but your brows furrowed. Are you thinking about something?"
"No. Just forget it. Why did you call me?"
Thank goodness I hadn't told Ivy anything about myself. I imagined Ivy's terrible rage, and I couldn't handle it. I still want her to be my friend. Forever friends. Will it work? I've heard many people say that friendship between a man and a woman can never work out. One party will change to love the other. And then if these two don't decide to be together, their friendship will be damaged.
"It's about Axel."
