Chapter Eighty Three

ELENA

“Maybe you should have handled it better.” I chirped. “Anyway, the only advice I can give you right now, is to go talk to her, and clear things up. I mean, sit down and talk to her like an adult, and not all these jealoirants.” I said, looking at him squarely.

Tyler eyed me. “What if she doesn’t want to talk to me?” He asked, looking genuinely afraid.

I mean, I knew my friend was scary sometimes, but I knew she wasn’t going to do anything to hurt him intentionally. Besides, she already liked him. But I wasn’t going to tell him that.

Tyler was about to say something else, but stopped when he looked at something behind me.

I could already guess who it was before I even turned.

Jason strolled into the room with a tired look on his face. “Well, that was the longest and most unproductive call I have ever made in my entire life.” He bit out and sat down in front of his food which I assumed was now completely cold.

“Why? What happened? What did he say?” Tyler asked, looking at his bro