COLLISION COURSE
~CHELSEA POV~
{Playlist Suggestion: "All the Stars" by Kendrick Lamar & SZA}
The bass rattles the walls, heavy enough to rearrange my heartbeat. Venom smells like cheap vodka and expensive perfume, smoke machines choking the air.
I have worked enough shifts here to know...if you smile wide enough, if you laugh at the right jokes, no one sees you drowning.
My tray shakes in my hands, drinks sloshing dangerously close to the edge. I force my grip to steady. Focus. Work. Don't think about Kolt's face hovering above me.
Don't think about Samuel finding me on the floor. Don't think at all.
"Table five, sweetheart." Barry, the floor manager, jerks his chin toward a booth packed with athletes and frat boys.
I bite my tongue before I answer. Sweetheart. Doll. Baby. Words
