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SASHA’S POV

Xander was unusually quiet and grumpy. He barely said a word to me all morning. I tried to ignore it, but his mood was affecting mine. By the time afternoon rolled around, I felt like I was suffocating.

I meet Xander’s mom who has been acting clingy since I came back from the hospital.

“Is everything okay, Sasha?” she asked, her eyes full of concern.

I forced a smile. “Yeah, everything’s fine. I think I should head home, though. My dad wants me back early tonight.”

She nodded, still looking worried. “Alright, dear. Take care.”

I left their house and texted my friends. It had been days since I had a proper drink or a smoke, and I was craving both. My friends were quick to respond, and we made plans to hit up a club we hadn’t been to in a while.

By the time I got to the club, the music was already pumping. The bass was so loud I could feel it in my chest. The flashing lights made everything seem surreal. I pushed my way through the crowd, spotting them at the bar. They were