EMMA’s POV :

“Is that her? What did she say?” Sophie gasped when we heard Tristan's phone buzzed.

“Nothing… it wasn’t her…” Tristan sighed as he scanned his screen, “And she left me on read…”

“See! I knew it!” Sophie exclaimed.

Tristan rolled his eyes and threw his phone on the bed. He looked upset and defeated. He rolled over to his side, avoiding eye contact with us.

“Soph, don’t gloat,” I nudged her elbow because she was being insensitive.

“But we’re right about her, Emmie. She’s a bitch!” Sophie announced.

“She is a bitch, but Tristan’s still getting his heart broken,” I hissed.

Sophie’s eyes softened as she realized...