Best friend

Damon

I’m sitting in my office when something catches my eye. The club entrance door opens with force, and Jessica walks in. Her face is red like she’s been crying, but she quickly puts her head down so no one will see. She races toward the changing rooms with her bag in hand, and Mikey opens the door chasing after her, “Jessica! Wait!” he yells, but she ducks inside the changing room quickly, taking sanctuary.

Mikey sighs, hanging his head, but then he looks up, his expression changing to anger as he stomps toward my office on a mission. He barges inside, closing the door with force behind him, “Damnit, Damon!” he shouts as he paces the small space. “Why did you do that? Why did you get inside my head? I have never had any issue ever being with a girl. Or putting on my moves, but this! WHY!” he repeats himself as he glares at me.

I hide my smirk- this was my plan all along. I wanted to plant seeds of doubt, but then I curse myself! STOP meddling, Damon!

“Get in your head? What are