Chapter Seventy Eight

Me.

His eyes narrow down on me and his mouth parts. He strides over towards me with huge steps, pushing people out of the way easily, earning dirty looks from them, but he doesn't seem to notice.

His faces changes into what seems like concern and his eyes widen at me.

Is he surprised to see me?

What should I do?

If only Avery were sober right now.

"Ryan! Oh my god! He was my first kiss! We were seven and-and he hugged me and gave me a rainbow loom bracelet! I miss him!" She yells, wiping fake tears from the corners of her eyes.

She runs over and sits on an empty chair a few feet down from me and pretend sobs.

But this man keeps striding towards me. As soon as he gets a few feet away from me, I begin to panic, my heart beating twice as fast. I clutch my hands and look both ways, hoping for a hole to engulf me, knowing I can't deal with this shit right now.

I'm over him. We haven't been together in over a year.

I can't let him play me.