Jami and I left the bar shortly after Carly and her new man-candy walked out the door. I was flustered still, stomach aching from such a close encounter, fingers trembling as we walked arm-in-arm across campus, back to our house. Jami was still talking, probably about her classes and school, but I couldn’t seem to focus on what she was saying. All I could think about were the three men in the bar, my worst enemies, the people I’d avoided since I met them in high school.
“Hey,” Jami said, taking hold of my arm as we kicked off our shoes inside the front door. I turned in her direction, light-headed, and focused on her face. “Are you okay? That must have been hard for you.”
“Um, yeah.” I cleared my throat and dropped my hands to my side. My arms were tingling and numb. I wished I’d drank m
