Chapter 18: Hurt.

Molly’s Pov

When I pulled up at my best friends’ apartment, they welcomed me with open arms, pulling me into a long hug that managed to settle the storm in my head a little.

On noticing my downcast mood, whereas some other friends would have been desperate to know what had happened, my best friends were not like that.

Instead of being all over me to spill, they declared that night a movie night and pulled out buckets of ice cream from the freezer.

As I ate the ice cream, with some shitty drama playing on the television, I couldn’t help but sink into myself the more I waited for Justin's response.

When I had sent him that message, I hadn’t expected a response instantly because I knew he’d still be busy at work.

But it’s been over three hours since I sent that text, and I was already starting to get paranoid.

I bit on my bottom lip as I checked my phone for a notification from him for the hundredth time since the drama had started.

“You’ve been checking your phone every second s