I stood to the side with my beer and scanned the place, hoping to see Becca. When I spotted a flash of golden hair enter the room, my heart sped up. There she was.
I moved forward through the mob of people, anxious to wrap Becca in my arms and kiss her senseless. But as the crowd parted, I realized it wasn’t Becca walking toward me, with a nervous smile on her face.
It was Tara.
Before I could process what was happening, my ex-girlfriend rushed forward and gave me a warm hug. I stood frozen with her arms around me as my brain went into some kind of crazy loop, repeating “what the f**k” over and over in my head.
Becca had said Tara wouldn’t be at the show tonight. What the hell was she doing here? Why was she hugging me? s**t, what was I going to do?
This wasn’t supposed to happen. Not
