Isabelle's heart was pounding inside her chest, feeling nauseous after all that happened. Her phone buzzed in her pocket, startling her. It was Cassidy.
C: "I'm sorry I didn't get to you on time. I'm glad Allen did, though, he totally humiliated him in front of everyone! But you… I didn't know you could bite back like that! I'm not bothering anymore. Call me when you're free! Xoxo."
I: "I'll do. xoxo." She answered back.
Allen was looking at her from the corner of his eye, squeezing the wheel tightly. Did I fuck up? He thought, looking at her sigh and look out the window. I definitely fucked up. Shit, I have to say something. He swallowed hard.
"I'm sorry." His voice came out soft, slightly shaking.
Isabelle turned her head to look at him, her eyebrows furrowed in concern. "What do you mean?"
"I—I shouldn't have kissed you." He swallowed again. "I thought it was a good idea, but maybe you didn't want me to—"
