Lydia's POV
I felt calm, but in my head, I could feel the rage burning inside me. Oh shoot. I mistake jealousy as rage again. What's even going on with me!? Out of all the people in the world, I am stuck in such a situation where I can't even name my emotions!? And I'm a fucking journalist!
At this point, every thought about Grace and Levi was provoking me. Provoking, because I felt the need to punch something to get this negative energy off of me! I feel exhausted, as well. The excitement has come down gradually - devastatingly - and I wanted nothing to do with the party anymore. I was so excited about it until afternoon!
Pouting into my bed, the pillow absorbing my deep breaths, I turn around to the sound of my notification on the phone. Blinking, contemplating whether to look at the chat or not, I decide to open the chat.
However, my eyes burst out of my skull.
Jose-Fucking-Bailey
Heyy
Are you alive?