Gabriel's POV
I left the club feeling like a ghost. Erica was still buzzing, her eyes locked on that mountain of a bodyguard like she had just found a winning lottery ticket, but she hadn’t said a word to me about what they talked about. I didn’t push it. I couldn't. My head was spinning with the bass and the guilt, a cocktail that made me want to throw up on my own shoes.
I walked back to my dorm, the humid night air sticking to my skin. Every shadow on the pavement looked like Danny’s face. I kept thinking about freshman year before the secrets, before the Leo's madness. We used to just sit on the roof and talk about the future. Now, I couldn't even look him in the eye without feeling like a piece of trash. I missed my best friend. I missed the version of me that wasn't a b***h.
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