Instead of having Brandt take me back to my house, I just had him take me back to theirs after we dropped the rest of their bandmates at their respective houses in various neighborhoods, except Jenson whose car is parked at Kaden's house. By the time we made it back to Kaden's house, the chill in the air was enough to make me wish I had brought a sweater, but I hadn't planned to be taken hostage for hours when I got in my Lyft earlier. My bad.
I went up to Kaden's room and flopped down onto his bed, feeling both guilty for my behavior and angry at him in equal measure. On one hand, I know I fucked up. I know I should just admit that it was dumb of me to go to The Nest by myself and that I had no business ironing out negotiations. But, my anger is what's stopping me from doing it.
