(Chase)
The glass hit the table harder than I meant it to.
Didn’t matter.
The bartender gave me a look, but I didn’t care. I waved him off and took another sip. It burned going down, but that was the point.
It was supposed to burn.
It was supposed to make me forget.
But all I saw was Kendall's face.
The way she looked at me at the gala. Like I was something she scraped off her shoe.
Like I was nothing.
I downed the rest of the whiskey and motioned for another.
How the hell did it get like this?
I laughed to myself. It was bitter.
Screw Jaxon.
The drink hit the table again. Another one gone.
I fumbled with my phone. The screen blurred for a second, but I found her name. Still at the top of my messages. She hadn’t texted me back, but I never moved her from that spot.
My thumb
