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He grabs the bar to steady hi you again, isn’t it? God, I really didn’t think that was you"

He didn’t think that was uy?

"Uh, yeah, it’s ainst Mason’s chest "Cohtnah, that’s not Brooke No way! She should be hanging on a street corner"

I whip my head around "Excusehis head with a sneer "You know Like a whore"

My body goes rigid Mason tenses behindidiot You asked for this

MASON

"You know Like a whore"

Brooke inhales a quick breath Her eyes go round, taking up the majority of her face

The fuck did he just say?

Imyself in front of Brooke "Hey, fuck off,ht One hand is flat on the bar, the other is clutching the stool Brooke was just occupying

He’s so tanked he’ll probably end up falling over soon

"No" Brooke darts a hand out and grabsme "No, let me" She steps in front of the bastard "I’m sorry, Paul What exactly makes me a whore? Was it the fact that I had sex with you the other night, which I’ot your pathetic little feelings hurt when I didn’t want to cuddle after?" Her hand flies to her hip "Are you sad because I didn’t want to go for round two? Is that it? Is that why you look like shit right now, Paul?"

Jesus Brooke and this tosser? This is not so with silent laughter "You fucked like a whore What chick bails right after gettin’ laid like that?"

"What guy turns into a preteen and cries about it? You’re lucky I even went hoht"