Aaron

I reached for my beer and took a long drink. The cold liquid slid down my throat, chilling me to the core. I suppressed another shiver and looked up at Macie. Her eyes glimmered in the candlelight from across the table. "What did you just say?"

"I said that I went to this party with Lilah last weekend," she repeated, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "And then, she told me I should get blue streaks in my hair."

"Mhhmm..." I said distractedly.

"Aaron! You aren't even listening to me," Macie pouted.

"I'm sorry. I was thinking about something else," I said.

Macie and I were hanging out together after...