I successfully stopped Ivana from calling Troy through my ultimate weapon—crying. I bawled my eyes out and told them that I am not going to drink again. I swore an oath in front of the liquor in front of me—in front of all the shots I took and I am willing to take in for the night.
And in the end, they drove me home. Ivana was still ranting about Clayton while Miles was just shaking his head. He’s agreeing to what Ivana is saying while driving.
Ivana didn’t stop until I was at my door. She was still trying to make me settle it with Clayton once and for all.
I sighed and smiled weakly at my friends. “Do you wanna stay the night here? I can use some of your words for me to sleep,” I smirked.
Ivana glared at me while Miles just laughed it off.
“We better go,” Miles said. “Ivana has
