Chapter 13. Fallout

“Shit,” Isabella exclaimed as she threw her phone onto the bed, watching it bounce dangerously close to the edge.

“Are you okay?” Jasmine asked, propped in front of her vanity mirror, trying on various shades of lipstick.

“Yeah. It’s just Jane,” Isabella replied, shaking her head and waving it off. But Jasmine pinned her hazel eyes on her.

“What about her?” Jasmine asked. “Did she do something bad?”

“No. It’s not that,” Isabella said, picking at a loose thread on her duvet. “After that day at the cafe, she hasn’t called or texted. She’s avoiding me.”

It had been two days without a single word from Jane. Usually, they’d talk more than five times a day, mostly due to Jane’s need to update Isabella on every little thing she encountered. After she sent the text to Jane, there was only dead silence.

“You both have been friends for the longest time; I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t just cut things off out of the blue. She’s more than that,” Jasmine reassure