Even after his reassurance that Odessa was a friend, you should’ve known his words to convince himself, not you. It started with the little things: the way his eyes would incessantly dart to his phone, never had he been so worried about the thing he previously held so much contempt for.

The final nail in the coffin had been the kiss you caught them sharing. You scoff, the strobe lights dancing in your teary eyes.

"Baby, please. Let me explain," Drew urges, his features contorted in panic.