CHLOE LEFT FOR HER bachelorette party and I stayed up in my room, moping, pacing, and calling Chase every name in the book. About an hour into my rant, Jason called me.
“Hey, do you want to hang out?”
I frowned. “Let me guess—Chase asked you to try and help him get me back?”
He laughed. “Bingo.”
“Don’t waste your breath. Whatever he told you, to tell me, I don’t want to hear it.”
“I get it. Okay. Let’s forget about Chase. This whole thing is dragging me down, too. Plus, I’ve got my own s**t to deal with at the moment. I just found out that Breanna is at some party and she won’t return my phone calls. I feel like she’s ghosting me or something.”
I felt bad for him. “That sucks.”
“Yeah. Another reason why I need something to do. Would you want to see a movie? Or we could just hang out
