ACE ARGENT
"Ace?" Delilah placed her hand on mine.
I snapped out of my thoughts, raising my eyebrows at her. "Yeah?"
"What's wrong?" She scooted her chair closer to mine.
"What?"
"You've been off all night. Tell me, what's going on with you?"
I sighed, reclining back in my chair. "Nothing is going on."
"You're gonna lie to me now? You think I can't tell?"
I chuckled, sitting up straight again, and took her hands in mine. "Of course you can tell. I am not in a great mood."
"Why?" she asked, her eyebrows furrowed in concern.
"Because, that party sucked," I shrugged. "You have any idea how hard it is, to look at all those people around you, thinking they're ahead of you, they've moved on and you're still at the back? Well, they're nothing but losers, and you feel like puking.
