Why did he take her to the bathroom? He could’ve waited outside while she collected herself. Why did he go inside with her? I shut my eyes tightly and grit my teeth. I shouldn’t be here. It’s just that my drunk ass doesn’t want to do what is right. It’s like I’m dead set on making myself miserable. I’m not her boyfriend. I’m the guy she hates. But she called me Colt, and I finally said her name aloud.
