LIYA’S POV
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As a person with a bucket filled with ice and beers pass, I stop the girl wearing a purple dress and snatch a beer, faking a smile, “Thanks.” I walk off towards the furthest point where I could scan the crowd for Kenzie.
I stand against a tree, my back resting against the hard wood with pieces poking into my back. I take the cap off the beer, my hands hurting because of the cold and the sharpness digging into my skin.
I tilt my head back as I drink from the beer, the icy liquid sliding down my throat as anger rushes through my veins. It's always like Kenzie to abandon me when there are other people around.
My face scrunches up because of the gross taste in my mouth and I look down at the beer bottle as if it was poison. I quickly glance up before pouring the liquid out n
