Chapter 2

I ignored them and quietly took the backseat without looking up.

I’d fought so many times over the front passenger seat. If Sierra was around, it was always hers.

“She gets carsick unless she’s next to me,” Cole explained.

I seethed, baffled.

He thought I was being petty.

This time, I said nothing, and Cole looked a bit surprised.

As the car started, Sierra turned to me.

“Skylar, you’ve lost so much weight in just two days. Let me take you to dinner to apologize for Cole?”

“Next time, I promise you’ll be invited to our hangouts!”

“No need,” I replied sharply. “Just take me home.”

Cole ignored me and drove to a restaurant instead.

“You look like you haven’t eaten properly. Stop being stubborn.”

The car stopped in a busy area filled with restaurants.

Sierra tugged at his arm and said, “Cole, I want a Matcha Latte!”

“You’re about to start your period. No iced drinks.”

They acted like a couple.

He knew her body better than he ever knew mine.

At the restaurant, the server brought us lemon water.

Sierra grabbed Cole’s glass, sipping it.

“Yours is so sour!” she giggled, scrunching her nose.

Cole smiled fondly, pinching her cheek.

“You’ve got to stop stealing my stuff.”

Then Sierra turned to me.

“Skylar, you’re not mad, right? We’ve always shared everything since we were kids.”

Cole froze, realizing how inappropriate that sounded.

“Doesn’t bother me,” I replied.

“You’ve shared everything since you were kids, right? Makes sense.”

Cole exhaled in relief, even smiling faintly as if impressed by my “maturity.”

For the first time, I didn’t care if they flirted. When Cole peeled a shrimp for me, Sierra snatched it before it reached my plate.

“How sweet! You remembered I love shrimp!” she teased, placing it on her plate.

Cole shook his head, amused. “Slow down. No one’s taking it from you.”