William watched his brother storm out of his home, slamming the door behind him shut.
Letting out a grunt, he turned to return to his room only to find himself cursing at intervals as he climbed the stairs leading back to his room. He was angry and had been angry for the past couple of days, Wilson just managing to get him even angrier.
He was taking Charlotte’s rejection terribly and what was making it worse was how at the same time, he couldn’t get her best friend, Rachael out of his mind.
Definitely, he didn’t like her. She wasn’t even his type of girl and when he hooked up with her, it was completely as a result of him being drunk and in need of a distraction. But if that was the case, why was she still lurking around his mind?
He hated how it made him feel. Like his feelings for
