HUMILATED
{Playlist suggestion: "I Did Something Bad" by Taylor Swift}
~CHELSEA'S POV~
The waiting area smelled like cheap coffee and desperation.
My palms wouldn't stop sweating against the folder holding my résumé—like the wrinkled piece of paper could actually save me.
I stared at the neon sign flickering above the bar's entrance: "Rollerz". Letters buzzed like a dying insect, half-lit, half-failing.
The glass windows gave me a preview I didn't want. Girls on roller skates weaving between tables, shorts cut so small they looked more like underwear, shirts knotted just under their breasts.
Laughter, whistles, and the sound of bills being slapped onto trays.
Every muscle in me screamed to turn around. But Chase's face flashed in my head. The way he forced a smile when I brough
