Blaring music, throbbing lights, and loud uproars blasted in all directions, but he barely noticed any of it.
His mind was elsewhere, too busy with his own thoughts to care about the world around him. He hadn't
At the moment, all he could think about was the drink in front of him and the girl who had invaded his every waking hour and his sleepless nights.
"What's wrong with you?" Drake, his friend, waved his hand in front of him, trying to catch his attention. "You seemed distracted." Pushing another round of drinks in his direction.
"You looked heartbroken." Arnold, another one of his friends, chimed in as laughter erupted around him. But their words snapped him back to the present, reminding him that he had joined his friends for a drink at their favorite nightclub.
