When Our Worlds Collide (Our Worlds #1)

by Lindsey Iler

She nibbles her bottom lip. “Will I see you tomorrow?” “Jesus,” I whisper under my breath. “I already told you I have things going on. I really have to go. Have Becky give you a ride home tonight. Or don’t. I really don’t care.” Not bothering to say goodbye to anyone, I stumble out to my car. The handle moves when I try to grab it, and after three attempts, I finally manage to open the door. My hands shake as I struggle to put the key in the ignition. When I crank the car and pull onto the road, I see two sets of white lines. Hoping fresh air will help clear my fuzzy head, I fumble for the button to roll down the windows. Damn, I’m drunk. My house is just a few miles down the road. I’ve made this drive so many times, I could do it in my sleep. Music. I need music.