T W E N T Y - N I N E
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Zane sat on the wooden bar stool alone, he was back again at a club that he's been going to for the past few days. He found it better to drink to forget his thoughts, just for one night he was able to break free from the grips of reality.
He felt jealous, he didn't like the idea of Malia and Vincent together. He couldn't understand why he cared so much, after all, he was the one who influenced Malia to talk to Vincent who did nothing but hurt her feelings.
He felt stupid.
Didn't Malia and Vincent notice Zane's heartbroken state as they looked at each other lovingly? Didn't they notice him shattering into pieces? After all, nobody cares about him, his presence is nothing but a nuisance. Who would ever like Zane?
Nobody likes Zane.
"Two shots
