Alexander’s POV
He staggers.
“I got you.” I reach for him quickly, holding him up.
He reeks of booze.
“You’re a piece of s**t, Alex. That’s what you are.”
Unsteady, he peels himself off me.
With one hand, I dust off my shirt, still holding on to his wrist because he looks totally out of it.
“You told me not to do it.” He begins, pointing a finger at me. “You told me to ignore her, but you…”
“She was nineteen, and you were going to use her as a rebound,” I answer him in a breath.
He yanks his wrist out of my grip.
Spitting a foul word, he palms his face with both hands and strolls off.
“So, what now?” He challenges, walking back to me. “I’m supposed to be your best man and act like I’m fu—ing happy for you?”
I’m tempted to nod, but I just stare at him.
“I confided in you, Ale
