I don't handle rejection very well.
Sure I had a great night with Brooke (wink wink), but there was something about Amber that had me thinking about her the whole time. The way she didn't care, the way even though she hated the kind of guy I am, she didn't judge me because of it. Sure she was pissed, I would be shocked if she wasn't, but sooner or later she was going to be mine.
I thought tonight might be different, but I have been thinking that for years now. Sooner or later the dark, guilty feeling crept up inside of me, dragging my body towards the endless abyss. That might sound very melodramatic, but that's how it felt. I thought of Claire and Jason, the look on his face as I went off with Brooke. The pain I've caused them over the years, not that I care, but still. That's when the
