Alexander’s POV
I messed up. Big time. And I can’t even blame it for being drunk. I was mostly sober halfway through our night. I shouldn’t have done that but I was too upset with what was happening in my life and poured it onto Bernadette.
“Look at you, acting all noble.” I talked to myself, feeling disgusted with myself for doing that even though Bernadette made sure to tell me that she didn’t mind or care.
Because I knew that she did and I would feel even more awful if I didn't continue apologizing.
“You seem distracted earlier, what’s wrong?” Why does Earl appear and ask me at the baddest timings possible? I looked at him and he was busy wiping away blood from his cheeks. It is certainly not his blood.
It crept me out how he was chuckling to himself while doing so. Aside from h
