#Chapter 132: Should We Dance?

Something in the way Miles looks at me begs me to stay, even though every logical thought in my brain is telling me to run away and not look back. We can’t do this here, with Selena, bright and beautiful, sitting beside him. All the articles I’ve read, I thought hurt me. Seeing the two of them in the flesh hurts even more. Miles turns away from me then and slings his arm around Selena’s shoulders. He doesn’t care about me like I care about him, or he wouldn’t flaunt what they have so much, right in front of me. Ugly jealousy crawls up my throat. Stubbornly, I plant my feet. Cynthia, noticing my sudden shift, abruptly stops as well. “What is it?” she asks me. She has to shout to be heard over the techno beat. “Aren’t we leaving?” “I need a drink,” I tell her. She gives me an uncertain look. “This is a terrible idea.” “I’m not going to let him ruin this for me.” “There are other clubs,” Cynthia tries to say, but I’m already turning back around and heading for the bar.