I was ashamed to admit that the X Ambassadors had topped my spotify playlists over the past week, but it’s not like I would ever admit that to anyone. What had happened that night was just a series of unfortunate events that would be unlikely to repeat ever again. I’d gone back to my normal life, just as everyone else had, which included keeping my lips sealed from my parents about what had really happened that night.
“What are you doing?” My brother called, suddenly pulling my attention from the track ahead. I was standing on the centre platform of the training course he’d set up for Macey, the very platform in which I’d decided that unfortunate night to goof off and ended up shot.
“Training,” I grumbled back, maneuvering my way with ease to the other side as the bullets wizzed past me
