CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE

SANDRO DAVALO

Seems we're stuck with her!

We could not bear being in our terrible mood for long, so I and Alex decided that we were still going to attend the party.

When we got there, I wasn’t comfortable with anything. The music thumped loudly around me—a pulsating beat that should have made the atmosphere lively and fun. But I couldn’t shake this nagging feeling that something was wrong, either with me or with someone I cared about.

Glancing around, I saw Alex over in the corner, frolicking with some of the girls, looking so carefree. He was chatting up Megan, a cheerleader with golden hair and a...