Turns out punching someone hurts like a motherf…
By the time I totter out of the bathroom, the music is back and louder than ever. I can feel my phone buzzing with texts from Dia, but I’m too far gone to answer.
“Sorry,” I slur when I bump into someone on my way out.
The stranger cracks a throaty laugh in response.
“Don’t worry about it, Vee-card.”
I stop dead, panic suffocating me, and swivel around.
“L-Logan?”