MY EX-BOYFRIEND WANTS ME BACK
Sara dragged me deeper into the club, her laughter cutting through the loud music,
“Happy birthday, girl! You deserve to be happy!” I could barely hear her but I also read her lips, shoving another shot into my hand. Tequila. I threw it down my throat immediately like some doctor's prescription, it burned, but not as much as my heart from the heartbreak that Marcus had dished out to me.
I hit the empty glass on the bar, and let the music pull me. We danced, hips swaying, arms up, hair flying. Sara is such a vibe queen, the only reason I have kept it together. For a few minutes, I almost forgot Marcus.