Every time that asshole put his hands around Sienna during a slow song, Brandon tensed up. He couldn't help it. She had seemed surprised that he was there. Almost happy, but he couldn't understand why. It's not like she had been sitting at home waiting for him.

He hated her right then at that moment. She didn't give a shit about him. That was apparent. If she had, she would have come to see him. Somehow she would have managed, instead of him looking like a drunk fucking lunatic cursing the Commander out in his own front yard. Fucking bitch!

Rachel was 5'10 so she was tall enough to rest...