#Chapter386
His head hasn’t been on her, it’s been on fucking his best friend, kissing her, caring only about him and her and pushing Natasha aside over and over. When faced with her, I keep pushing down the guilt and try to ignore it, always putting Sophie at the forefront of my head and acting like Natasha’s feelings don’t matter. Pushing her aside all this time, and ignoring my inner feelings, in a bid to justify breaking up and looking at Sophie in the way I have been.
/"Arry?/" Nate shoves my shoulder and I glance at him this time. His questioning look and raised brow, pointing out I was lost in my own head again. Being drunk used to make me less emotional, and less introverted. I wonder why tonight it’s doing the exact opposite. Maybe I need to drink more if my aim was to feel nothing and blank this crap out.
