33: The Final Call

[ K A R A ] As my thumb was about to tap on the screen, Cole suddenly snatched my phone away from me. "Hey!" I protested. "Not tonight, Kar. He sends you emails every day, you read them, and then you weep for a good hour. Well, not this time. Because tonight, you're having fun," he said in a commanding tone, putting my phone in his jacket pocket. My shoulders slumped in defeat and I let out a sigh. I hated that Cole was right, I had to stop wallowing in my Ryder pity party and at least try to move on with my life. Starting tonight. "You're a good friend, but I hate you right now," I pouted. "How are you gonna survive the world without me, Livingston?" "Oh, I'll manage," Cole gave me a light shove and I shoved him playfully back. Bobbing my head along to the music, I then turned my gaze back to the stage. And there he was again, the guitarist, smirking right at me. "Is it just me, or is that guitarist guy hitting on you?" Cole motioned his hand to the stage. "I don't know," I shrugged.