RIGBY’S POV:

The second I see her face, I know. The person who sang Saved differently, the person who wrote Caged, the person who has been affecting me, it’s not Creed, it’s Clover.

My shoulders sag momentarily with relief before they puff out pretentiously as if I can pretend she hasn’t seen how much of a jerk I am. If she thinks first impressions count for something, she probably doesn’t think very highly of me.

“Can I get you a drink?” Nash ...