(Blythe)
"I can not believe you!" I yelled at him. It was our last night in Italy and Duncan and I had planned to cram in a couple of tours and food before we fly out tonight. After an hour or two of sightseeing and stuffing our faces Duncan had told me he had to meet up with an old friend. I had first been okay with it. But then it came to light.
That old friend was Marisol.
He had left his phone and so I of course found out where he was, via credit card statement, and found them at a table laughing like chums. Like didn't we establish she liked him and that I am fifty shades of psycho? Like seriously!?
"I felt bad my mom had been giving her false hope about me and her. She and I were friends before she had a crush on me and I didn't want to wreck the friendship. I never saw her th
