I watch Ran for a moment, trying to remember the perpetually smiling guy with the wicked smirk. He could get any girl. Seriously, more than Pax or Michael. Everyone wanted to be around Ran—backstage, at after-parties, at the club, even at school. He was nice, but he had this slick, dangerous edge that no woman could resist. Now … fuck. He sits drenched in hoodies and smokes cigarettes and picks up groupies to sleep with, not for sex—although he always has sex with them because it's what they expect—but just to have someone by his side when he wakes up sweating and shaking with nightmarish
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