CHAPTER 88: Another Bar Fight

There's so much running you can do from the truth before you finally accept it. I'm not the type to promise girls; rainbows, flowers and forever. And even when I do, they won't believe me because I'm not the type that they can easily trust. If it was Jamie with his boring flannel shirts and glasses, everybody would trust their hearts to him easily and that I hate the fact that for once I'm jealous of him.

With me, it's good that they distrust easily anyway. Lack of expectations won't hurt them, the problem is that I wanted them to have expectations or a little faith. At least now I know better and I'm going to accept myself fully for what I am.

The blue nano lights of the club were bright enough for me to see what was going on around me. Everyone was drinking, dancing or making out in their most skimpy outfits and seductive scents.

This isn't my usual scene. Yes I do frequent bars and clubs but I've never been to this particular one. It was reserved for the one percent of the elite