I wasn’t sure what annoyed me more: the way James was all casual and perfect under that selfish asshat attitude of his, or simply how unhappy Alice looked. The one thing I knew for certain was that another man had the woman I loved. I’d seen them together over the last few months, and the more I saw of him, the angrier I got about the way he treated her. James, or "the prick" as I called him, acted like a lovestruck teenager around her and a drunken college kid when he wasn’t. I understood that Alice settled for safety; it was what she needed.
I watched them at the bar: James drinking heavily while Alice nursed her drinks cautiously. She knew better than to put herself in that kind of situation. “Good girl,” I muttered to myself. Damn, she had spotted me. I ducked behind a group of people
