“Yeah, so Jake’s like, ‘I’m sure we can make it,’ and he goes speeding off on his fucking jet ski, right in. Doesn’t give a fuck.” They all burst out laughing and look toward him as Daniel pats his back. I can’t focus on anything except the way Marissa is watching him. She’s zoned in on his every feature, biting her lip sensually and trying to seduce him with her eyes. My internal mood is churning into irritation as my chest tightens.

What the hell? Whore. So shameless!

It’s obvious she’s a lot more drunk now than she was prior to our going to the dance floor. Jake seems to...