Chapter 37

Alana's POV

I'm not ready to open the apartment door and face my brother or Noah. I don't want to see either of them. I feel guilty for ruining their friendship; if I hadn't gotten involved with Noah in the first place, we wouldn't be in this messy situation. The memories of the first time I hooked up with him are distant, almost blurry. The only thing I remember clearly is that I was drunk and thought he was cute. I'm terrible at drinking; I wouldn't want any of my friends to see me drunk, or at least not excessively. I lose all shame and say things I don't want to say.

Despite not wanting anyone to see me drunk, I'm drinking like a truck driver right now. I'm in the living room, sprawled on the floor with three empty vodka bottles and a half-empty bottle of Jack Daniel's. I guess I'm drinking because my heart is broken. I don't love Noah. But I also didn't want to hear that he was with every girl who crossed his path when he claimed to be in love with me. I'm not angry