Chase
I WALKED OUT OF THE shop feeling like an asshole, especially after seeing that Mackenzie had purchased a new dress for the dance. I felt guilty and I wasn’t even the one who was going to stand her up. The worst thing was, I wasn’t even allowed to bad-mouth Gus. Of course, he wasn’t supposed to talk s**t about me either. Whether he’d cheat or not, I really didn’t know. All of his talk about integrity seemed like bullshit, especially for someone playing a game like this. And yet, who was I to point fingers? I’d agreed to the contest and knew Mackenzie was going to get hurt at one point.
I rested my forehead against the steering wheel. “What the f**k am I doing?” I muttered out loud.
I should just end it.
Take the thousand dollar loss. Chalk it up as an expensive lesson learned.
Fu
