We headed out of the café and over to Travis’ truck to wait for him when he suddenly emerged through the club doors, carrying Janelle. “Travis! Stop! What the hell are you doing?” A very unhappy Janelle shouted, trying to break free from his death grip.
I have never seen Travis this mad before. “Saving your immature ass.” He growled at her.
“I don’t need you to save me.” She yelled shoving him away from her.
“Oh, yeah?! You’ve always complained that you didn’t have a friend to be there for you when you do stupid things. So, here I am. This won’t bring Damian back!” I thought he was going to punch her or better yet shake her until she starts thinking logical but he didn’t touch her.
“I don’t your judgment or for you to lecture me, and who said I want him back?”
“Does twerking your ass
