Nessa
Two days had passed since the night at the event with Nash and Brady. I had been intoxicated and allowed myself to indulge in certain things with Brady that I wouldn't normally have done, and I didn't regret any of that. But what I did regret was allowing Nash to see how upset he had made me for allowing him to come in between what I wanted and what he thought I should have.
It didn't make sense to me why he acted the way he did. One minute he wanted me, and the next I was tossed aside like yesterday's news.
Hopefully, I'd be able to enjoy the rest of my weekend without having to deal with his or anyone else's bullshit. Today was Sunday, and I wouldn't have much to worry about. I didn't plan on seeing him, or Brady, or anybody else for that matter. I had a paper that I needed to r
