Two years ago

Jared

Jared looked around. Parker had disappeared somewhere among the crowd, probably dry-humping Maria. They loved partying and were absolutely all right on their own, so why had they dragged him to the club with them?

Was he going to spend the night alone, on a chair by the bar, getting his ears blasted off by the extremely loud music? This place was so not for him.

He ordered a small shot and sat back in his chair, gulping it down. His eyes were following the dancing figures of the floor, and his nose was filled with the smell of perfume and sweat. This place needed better...