Gia:
I chug down the can of beer, the scorching taste lingering at the back of my tongue, tightening the handle of my bag, I exhale, increasing my pace to the pack-house. If Tyler caught me taking the alley route to the pack-house, he might as well murder me.
Don’t ever go there, it’s too dangerous for you, even if you want to go there, let me accompany you. He had said. Of course, I shouldn’t be in the pack-house especially when everyone is attending Alejandro’s coronation, yes. I am made for parties, but I don’t want to go especially when I have thousands of code to debug.
This lane is dark, trash cans and boxes of pizza littered everywhere, something howls from behind me and my heart rate picks up. How can I be so dumb to pass this lane? Oh, goddess, help me now. I just hope to make
