My Obsession
Normally, I wouldn’t be so acquiescent to her telling me what to do, but she’s taller than me, and I use her as a shield, hunkering down next to her as we walk.
She stops at a big table right out in the open with a clear view of the arcade, pool tables, and bar.
Great, just great—right in the middle for everyone to see.
I sigh. “What time did you arrive to score a front-row seat?”
“Chi-Os get the best. I aim to please.”
Jess is a Type A tornado on her way to Yale to get her doctorate in medicene. We’re nothing alike, but we manage. She thinks I’m a little wild, and I think she has a stick up her ass. She's still my bestfriend anyways.
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