Alvin

Chelsea returned to her house without eating the breakfast Max had prepared for both of them. She was sulking all through her remaining stay in the house and despite how many times Max asked, she insisted that she was okay.

On getting home, she flung her bag to the couch in anger.

"I can't believe this! After everything I've done, he still has eyes on Amelia?" She yelled.

"This is ridiculous! I'll make sure Max pays for this, I swear it. I will set him up with Rey and Amelia, he probably needs some good beating from Rey to be able to notice me." She grumbled.

She angrily picked up her phone and tried to look up the plate number of the car that had picked Rey up.

After trying for some minutes, she couldn't get any results.

"Urgh!" She groaned in frustration. She ran her hands through her hair, scattering it in the process.

"What do I do now? Is there anyone who-" Her eyes suddenly lit up.

"-Alvin! Yes, Alvin. I think I still have his contact." She muttered.

She checked her phone for h