— CHAPTER EIGHTEEN ! 🖇 ✈︎
˗ˋˏ we can't be friends ˎˊ-
real life ( third person pov )

✈︎ LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA
THE HUXLEY'S APARTMENT
PRESENT TIME
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THIS WAS DEPRESSING. currently, isabella is laying on her back in her bed, staring up at the ceiling as she has her headphones on, which are blasting we can't be friends by ariana grande into her ears.

she is mad. mainly because chris keeps going on and on about how they should just stop hanging out and contacting each other completely. but how does he expect her to do so? he is her other half. but now he's missing, and she isn't whole.

she's also hurt. did he not mean the i love you post from last night? was it fucking fake? someone who loves you wouldn't let you hurt like this. someone who loves you wouldn't hurt you.

between the loud music blasting into her ears, she can hear a knock at the front door of the apartment. her first thought is to yell for niko to get the door, but he's out with some college friends. so, with a heavy sigh and with no other choice, she leaves her bedroom and makes her way to the front door, her headphones resting around her neck.

the inpatient anonymous guest knocks on the door again, a bit more rapidly this time.

"i'm coming!" isa yells with an eye roll, before unlocking the door and swinging it open. "hello? — oh."

no. dear god no. why is he here? why does he have to show up after everything he's said?

chris gulps, a bouquet of isa's favorite pink and white tulips in his hands. he looks nervous. "hi, izzy," he manages to let out, his voice coming out as a peep.

"what do you want, chris?" isa sighs, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

chris seems stunned at her little attitude, but he keeps speaking. "i wanted to formally apologize for everything i've said, especially the argument i started last night."

a short snort leaves her lips. "you've apologized too many times now. i don't trust you."

her words seemed to sting chris right in the heart, because his jaw drops slightly and his brows furrow. "izzy, come on. i know i've been so shitty and have been a bit stupid with my choices—"

"a bit? that's an understatement. you shattered my heart as easily as glass. i don't want to speak to you, chris. i don't want to get hurt again."

"izzy, please," he sounds desperate, like he'd do anything for her, which he would. "i need you. i physically and mentally don't know how to live my life without you. you're my fucking rock. i don't want to let you go."

she won't lie, his words hit her hard. right in the gut. but it also knocked some sense into her.

"you've already let me go," she says bitterly, before adding, "how are you just going to show up at my front door with your stupid pity flowers and expect me just to magically forgive you? you said you love me and then you posted on your story that we weren't going to be hanging out anymore? i never agreed to that!"

"no, izzy, let me explain—"

she cuts him off as she continues. "i will never forgive you, chris. you can give me as much tulips as you want and as much apologies but you will never earn my forgiveness."

chris is taken aback. why did he think it would be so easy? "can we at least act like we are friends again?" chris says, his words coming out shaky. he is on the verge of tears, but he blinks them back well. his grip on the bouquet tightens.

on one hand, isa loves chris with all of her heart. she would do anything for him. but on the other hand, she is done with chris bitching and not being able to make up his mind about their relationship. she's done.

"we can't even be friends. thank you for coming over, chris. now can you go?" she says, keeping a firm composure.

"i don't want to go, please just let me—"

"just leave."

chris wants to retort back, but it would make things worse, he knew that. with a shaky sigh, he nods his head and leaves before isa slams the front door shut. now it's her time to let out tears. she leans her back against the front door before sliding her headphones back on, ariana's beautiful voice continues to ring through isa's ears. tears roll down her cheeks as she slumps against the front door and sits on the wooden floor.

"fuck," she sighs out as a small quiet sob leaves her lips. her hands cover her face while the song comes to the bridge.

' know that you made me
i don't like how you paint me, yet i'm still here hanging
not what you made me
it's something like a daydream
but i feel so seen in the night
so for now, it's only me
and maybe that's all i need '

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15 minutes ago

THE ASIAN TRIO 🥶💯
isa 💜 — isabella
alec 🩵 — alec
emma 💛 — emma

alec 🩵
what happened isa ??
why're you crying

emma 💛
who's ass are we gonna beat ?? 😊

isa 💜
nobodies
what happened was chris came over an hour ago and he wanted to formally apologize but he already has tried to apologize multiple times and i'm just getting sick of him.

alec 🩵
ohh angel
you know chris really wanted to apologize this time ?
he really wanted you back isa
he's been missing you badly

isa 💜
i miss him too
i miss him so much
but he broke my heart.

emma 💛
isa.
he's broken your heart before
remember freshman year ?
you were so hurt by him but the both of you instantly made things right

isa 💜
don't remind me of that situationnn 😭
but yeah i know
we'll see

alec 🩵
yay !!
chrissabella isn't dead !!
disliked by isa 💜

tulip 🌷

SKSJFJ THANK YOU FOR 1K READS ON THIS BOOK THATS AMAZING

the next chapter will explain what happened in freshman year sorry guys 😭😭. also sorry on how short the chapters are thats mbb

i hate writing sad parts in books because it makes me cry but i hope you guys didn't cry

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