Jason Davenport

I was still pissed as I scrolled through Ashley's instagram, as it reminded me of the failure I'd come to the last time I'd followed her.

Sighing, I clicked my phone off and shoved it on the sofa. I let out a sharp breath, wondering where Rory was.

I was at his house. His parents were on vacation so the house was free. Which was why we always chose Rory's house whenever we wanted to hang out, or throw a party. His parents were almost always gone.

Rory had stepped out to get the pot and alcohol while we waited for the guys to arrive. I'd texted Adrian...