Chapter 38

Fred's POV

I looked for Becca's number on my cell phone, and even with all the noise of the place, I tried to call. She still didn't answer. I kept walking in circles, going around, until I went to the bar. I couldn't find her and it made me frustrated, I needed at least one drink to put my thoughts in order.

I ordered a drink based on red fruits, limiting myself to knowing what types of drinks would serve in that place. I soon imagined that Becca was so drunk that she couldn't hear my calls. At best, the asshole who accompanied her should be taking care of her at that time.

Thinking that something serious could be happening left me at the tip of an outbreak. Becca was so irresponsible. The people around her were also so crazy, and only she didn't realize that. How the hell was she going to her mother's city, and on the first night she was already going to a nightclub? Traveling to Georgia seemed to me just a lame excuse.

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