CHAPTER FIFTY
The tantalizing scent of pancakes, dragged my half sleeping ass to the kitchen only for me to snap fully awake when I spotted Lizzie teaching George how to make Italian Crespelle. They barely noticed my presence until I cleared my throat.
“Seb,” Lizzie spoke with what I could easily decipher as guilt in her voice. Of course she knew I was mad even with how I found out about her and Ty. They were both my closest friends for pitts sake. How did I even not see any signs? They were good at bickering at each other but that was just it. No lingering stares or suggestive conversations or perhaps any motion that could suggest something more.
“And he is awake. Lizzie was teaching me how to make an Italian Crespelle,” he glanced at his watch, “Its ten-thirty. I’m going home to grab
