You've read it all before. You know, the classic "Boy Meets Girl" story. But what happens when two broken people can't heal each other? What if happy endings are too hard to come by?
At twenty years old, Chloe Walsh is inexplicably tired of life.
I...
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"Take another shot, Chlo!" Cass shouts.
Cass shimmies over to me, the straps of her red tank top sliding off her shoulders. Smiling, I pull her straps back into place. She's dressed in her party clothes—a tight black skirt and a red tank top with tall black boots. I was too lazy to change into party clothes. I'm wearing my favorite dark green thermal long-sleeve, the one I cropped so it shows off the top of my stomach, faded blue jeans, and my scuffed white sneakers—out of place among college students dressed to the nine's. I usually wear better clothes when I go out, mostly to catch the attention of boys, but I'm not looking to hook up with anyone tonight.
It's nine o'clock and I'm riding a steady buzz. I've already taken two shots of tequila, but I'm starting to realize the barrage of thoughts in my head won't cool down unless I've had at least four.
I pull out my wallet and wave a twenty at the bartender, a guy I recognize from a statistics class I took in the fall. "'Scuze me, 'tender, could I get two more tequilas?"
"Sure thing," he says.
I guess he's kind of cute, with light blonde hair and cute optical glasses, but then again, I'm on my way to a good drunkenness. Drunk me doesn't really care. I'm about to go full flirt-mode when a slosh of warm liquid splashes down the front of my shirt.
