That fucking word again.
Commitment.
I was able to finally grab a shower, get changed, and get out of there.
I almost got cornered again by Remi and Lay but Abel snuck in on us at the last second to show off a picture of Izzy sleeping on Wren’s chest.
That caught Lay’s attention. He hoped Wren was topless.
That made Remi threaten Lay’s life.
That got me out of the arena and to my empty apartment.
I didn’t need to go out with Lay to have a drink.
I could stand right there in my kitchen and drink by myself.
I didn’t have to worry about ordering shots or any of that crap.
It was much easier to drink from the bottle.
Which I did.
Sip after sip.
Gulp after gulp.
Waiting for that feeling in my chest to finally give up and go away.
But it never did.
That goddamn feeling was stuck in me now.
I pushed the bottle away and grabbed my phone.
Do not text her when you’re drunk.
I thought about calling her, but that was just as bad.
I somehow convinced myself that going to see her wasn’t bad.
That just showing up to her apartment and demanding we talk was a great idea.
I considered it a crazy romantic gesture.
My head was drunk.
My heart a little broken, but still mostly in love.
And those two mixed together…
I had to see Madison right now.
Just to clarify this quick,Mav.
You’re the guy that was always calm and quiet.
Stoic and cerebral.