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   Opening up was something Jared found himself laughing at most times. While he would agree that Kelsey was a sweet, intelligent, good looking woman—he’s even go as far to say that they did indeed have a connection... he just couldn’t bring himself to fight for the journalist. That’s not what bothered him though, he was used to blocking people out, girls especially. What bothered the young scholar was the incriminating amount of moral rules he had broken before getting to this conclusion with the brunette. What bothered him was the cruel confrontation of fucking up and knowing that he had fucked up. He should’ve never taken it as far as he did with Grayson, but he did and here he was at the bar of a club waiting for their mutual best friend Tommy to come accompany him.Â
Jared Hamilton felt pathetic and he wondered if anyone else could smell it on him like the two shots of generic tequila he just downed. His green eyes looked around the bar and he analyzed everyone surrounding him as he waited. People watching wasn’t something he usually did—he couldn’t give a fuck about most people usually, but it was far better than texting Tom like a clingy partner that just wouldn’t get the fucking clue. Everyone else seemed so into the person in front of them... made him wonder if he looked like that while trying to pick out what Tommy would call his “next victim”. The thought of this made him smile the slightest bit before asking for a beer instead of another shot.Â
Hamilton finally felt the familiar presence of his best friend and ran his fingers through his hair, smiling quaintly at the bartender once he received his pint and bit his lip. “Before you say anything, i know I fucked up, so let’s just void any traces of that lecture all together.” He caused and brought the pint to his lips. “I don’t want to talk about that.” Or her, for that matter, but he knew the subject of Kelsey Grayson was inevitable so he didn’t bother. Â
