Jada

Karson sat on my living room couch, flirting with two blonde chicks that he had probably slept with a hundred times already. Everyone in this town seemed to know everyone else because it was so damn small. I had moved here because of the beautiful mountainous landscape, but after I met Karson, I immediately wanted to move back home.

He was a dickhead.

I threw back my shot and let it burn my throat.

If he was not making out with me, he would probably yell at me for drinking too much alcohol. He was always complaining about me, a city girl, moving to the country; when I needed...