Becca.
Waking the next morning, I had the worst hangover of my life. Allegra and I had stayed up all night talking, laughing, and more or less, me crying. I was a mess, but like Allegra told me, I needed to putl my big girl panties on and take care of my shit.
The only problem was, I wasn’t sure how.
Slipping from bed, I made my way towards the bathroom to freshen myself up. I had to come up with a game plan, because as nice as Allegra was, I couldn’t stay in her apartment forever. Instead, it might be best if I bought my ticket home.
Even though the other part of my brain protested against it, telling me to go after him.
I couldn’t go after him. I wasn’t going to be seen as some pathetic bitch chasing after a man who didn’t want her.
Picking up my phone, though, my heart lurched. Three missed calls and over twenty texts from James and a few even from Tally.
