Ryan owned a red 2004 Honda Accord and, since he only had one small beer, he was able to drive an inebriated Keeley home after sternly instructing her to stay put so he could make the twenty-minute walk to his apartment building to get it. He didn't trust her on the subway alone in her state.
While she waited, Keeley ended up pressing her cheek against the counter. She really shouldn't have drunk so much; she still had homework that should probably be done tonight. Looked like that was out the window and she would have to push herself twice as hard tomorrow.
Stupid Aaron. She never should have sent that text. She probably would have puked on the subway but so what? At least her heart wouldn't be this conflicted.
It hurt more than it should have considering she was supposed to be over him. Keeley didn't love Aaron anymore; those feelings had died a long time ago. But the anger, hurt, and betrayal lingered on like a festering wound.
