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Simply because I don’t want to see anymore, I follow her lead as she takes my hand and guides us out of the VIP area.

“Be careful, Rocket. I’m right here if you need anything,” Zach shouts up as we exit.

Smiling sweetly at him, she wastes no time pulling me down the stairs to the main club.

We take the only two stools left at the bar when Luna turns to me, a determined look on her face. “He’s drunk.”

“Is he?”

She rolls her eyes in frustration. “You know he is. You’ve been watching him sink tequila like it’s going out of fashion.”

I have. “Seems pretty with it to me. His new friend seems to be enjoying his company just fine.” My response is laced with sarcasm, but I can’t help it. I can’t fight it back anymore, and I get the feeling Luna isn’t going to drop this. She’s been asking questions about us since last year.

“What happened, Kate?”

The VIP area can be seen from where we’re sitting since it’s a mezzanine, but I can’t make out anyone sitting down, only Zach, who’s standing up and keeping watch, although he’s tryingand failingto look like he’s not.

I inwardly smirk at his obsession. Simp.

Sighing, I pull the mojito I ordered toward me. “There’s not much more to tell than what I told you before. We were getting close one night at Riley’s. He wanted a one-night thing, and I didn’t. So when I said no, he got it elsewhere.”

“With the redhead?”

I nod and take a sip.

“Felicity might’ve mentioned you were with another guy, too.”

I nod again. I don’t lie to people, let alone my best friends. “He approached me at the bar, and when I saw Jensen with another girl, I took advantage.”

She smirks. “You two are like teenagers.”

“He infuriates the shit out of me.”

“Because you want him. He affects you. And I’m sorry to break it to you, but you aren’t over that night.”

I crash my straw down into the ice cubes, exhausted with the denial. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

“Well, that makes it even worse then. You’ve both been stewing over this for over a year but refuse to back down. You acknowledge each other only to make jibes.”

I cast my eyes over the VIP area and immediately wish I hadn’t. Hand in hand, Jensen and the brunette are walking over to the bar. I’m not surprised she’s leading him since he looks even more unsteady than when we left. “He’s over it. Take a look upstairs.” I point Luna to where I’m looking.

Even from her side profile, I see the way her brows shoot to her hairline. “Yeah, he’s drunk and being a dick.” She turns back to me, clearing her throat. “I don’t think wearing Jessie’s jersey helped.”

I shrug. “I wore his that night, and it meant nothing, so why would it mean anything to Jessie? He knows we’re just friends.”

“Jessie does, yeah.”

Laughter erupts from across the club, and even over the loud music, we don’t miss it.

Like history repeating itself, I watch as, with drinks in hand, Jensen stumbles behind the brunette as she leads him out of the VIP area and into the dark hallway.

I can’t be here anymore. I don’t need to watch this shit. If he is trying to make me jealous, then he’s gone too far. But honestly, I don’t think he could give two shits about me, my feelings, or anyone else’s for that matter.

He’s a selfish prick.

“I’m going home,” I announce, pushing my stool back.

“Kate.”