Chapter 9: The Leak
Rory stared at Jared, waiting for him to finish laughing.
“It’s not funny,” she said, slapping his shoulder.
“Rory, it’s hilarious,” Jared said. “What is your life?”
The bartender slid them two shots and looked at Jared. “From the ladies across the bar.”
Jared and Rory both turned to see two girls grinning at him.
“Nice,” Jared whispered.
“How do you have that kind of game?” Rory asked.
“Well it helps when you look like me,” he grinned. “It also helps that you’re dressed like a dude right now. The sunglasses are a bit dramatic.”
Rory tugged the hood of her sweatshirt tighter over her head. “You don’t know what I went through last night. It was a f*cking nightmare. I don’t know how Rachel does it.”
Jared downed the shot. “Rachel has no soul, so it’s easy for her.”
Rory drank her shot, and itched at the bandage on her arm. She ripped it off and stared at the raised pink scar that had appeared on her forearm. “What the hell?”