Chapter 28

"I know. I regret it too," Tracy said. She chuckled into her straw and made a face as she looked around the wild, buzzy room.

My laughter made its ending round while I nodded alongside and looked for the millionth time towards Brian, who was twerking his butt—very weirdly—under the spotlight in the center of the room.

The lights flashing around the walls were many colorful ones. There was pop music playing from the speakers. And the only attendees of this were me, Tracy, Brian, and a few other guys who were his friends and in charge of the music. This was Brian's idea of a ‘makeup get-together.’