Chapter 11: Mark

He's at the bar downtown. Tom's.

I sink back into the plush leather seat of Danny's car as we zoom down the familiar streets after receiving Sasha's text, the dim city lights painting streaks of gold across the darkened windows. It's time for a little payback and the anticipation dances within me like an electric current. Tom's Bar is where it'll all go down, where we'll finally confront the tangled mess of emotions that threaten to consume us whole. We're going to take Xander out, a bit of payback for trashing our auditorium. We have one month left until the dance competition, and he's successfully taken away our dance area. Now, we have to find a new one, and we don't fucking have time for that.

Momentarily pushing thoughts of Xander aside, jealousy claws at my insides like a feral beast, gnawing on the remnants of my wounded pride. Danny, my so-called friend, has managed to slip into Faith's bed, leaving Theo and me grappling with a torrent of conflicting emotions. I grit my teeth,