CHAPTER 1
Lana
Ithink I can see ghosts.
Or maybe Iam so stupidly tipsy that I’m seeing double.
“Lana,” someone laughs. “Lana!”
I blink, and the ghosts are gone, the low-lit bar with LED lights everywhere coming back into view.
“I’m fine,” I laugh, just to choke on my own spit.
My best friends, Isabelle and Natalia, laugh harder, which—since I’m a drunk mess—makes me laugh even harder.
“More shots!”
Stop drinking, Lana.
I hate this.
“Shhhh,” Isabelle hushes Natalia. “I’ve cut us off.”
“Boooooo,” Natalia taunts Isabelle, right in her face. I snort and feel the tequila nearly coming right back up.
“Lana! LanaLanaLanaLana!”
“What—what?”
“Levi is here!”
Isabelle gasps at the same time I do, and my neckcracks when I turn my head to see the town’s “golden boy.” He has never been golden to me.
“Oh,” I giggle and wrap my lips around the straw in my drink. Levi turns to catch me looking and gives me a half-smile with a tiny nod. I look away, eyebrows raised and eyes wide.
“He caught me! He’s so?—”
“Fine,” Natalia groans.
“Jesus Christ, Natalia,” Isabelle chuckles.
“Dibs!” Natalia shouts.
“You can’t call dibs on a human!” I yell back. “You don’t even like blonds!”
“I saw him first!”
“No, you didn’t!”
“Both of you shut up!” Isabelle hisses. “He’s coming!”
Natalia gasps. “Oh my God, he’s coming this way.”
“Go for it, LaLa,” Isabelle winks.
I don’t think I should. I haven’t been able to go for anything in years.
I forget the straw and swallow the rest of my watered-down drink as Levi approaches. He dips his chin toward my friends.
