Then it buzzed again.
Quinton:Next time we’re in town, we’re getting burgers again. Better ones. Without the drama.
I smiled despite myself.
Maybe I hadn’t completely failed at everything.
Maybe I’d made some friends today.
Maybe that was worth something, but as I lay in bed that night, staring at the ceiling, all I could think about was Tracy’sface. Her success. Her condescending smile, and the fact that she was living my dream while I was living... this.
Whatever this was.
