Nyla
The music was loud, the snacks were plenty, and for the first time that day, I felt like I could breathe again.
Susie and I danced around my room like idiots, laughing and singing along to our favorite songs at full volume. We stuffed our faces with chips, cookies, and fruit, sipping on the non-alcoholic wine she had brought.
“By the way, the wine isn’t alcoholic?” I asked, somehow disappointed as I took another sip.
“Remember I don’t drink alcohol?” Susie replied with a grin.
“Oh yeah,” I nodded, laughing at myself.
We even set up a mini projector and watched a cheesy rom-com on the wall, giggling at the dramatic scenes and quoting lines back and forth. It was silly, loud, and exactly what I needed. For a while, I forgot about the fight with Garrett, the punch, and the heartbre
