Chapter 101. She Was a Lie

Comparing every hot dark-skinned Latino to him then finding fault because it’s not him. I get it. I still give a rat’s ass, and I still miss him constantly, and every dark-haired, dimple-cheeked, and dreamy-eyed, hot Colombian, brings him back to the forefront; but God—timing. If he were Colton, he would let me out in a heartbeat, and he would never throw such a smug look at me for something so absurd. If Colton were here, he would know what to do about this whole mess. He always seems wiser, like he has all the answers, and would probably be handing this idiot his genitals back about now.

I can’t fault that part of Colton, even when he was a jerk in our youth. Apart from that one time when he shoved me out of his way for epically tripping in front of him and his entire rabid crew, he was never an ass to people for no reason. He was always so effortlessly superior and seemed aloof and quiet like he was better than us. It was all in the looks he gave rather than the verbal cont