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Aidan opened his et cut off by the creak of the door as it opened to let a fecomers onto the patio

Seth’s shoulders stiffened when he recognized Mr Steroids And look at that, the ed to the saym

"Hate it when bitches act like they’re better than

Seth noted that all three men were smokers, which kinda contradicted the whole health-fanatic thing they had going on

"Dude, I hear ya Those high-and-rade-A cunts," the secondthe C-word So these losers didn’t just dress like douche bags--they acted like it too Shocking

"Whatever, dude," the third douche piped up "Her tits weren’t even that nice"

Seth and Aidan exchanged a look Neither of them said a word, but Seth could tell Aidan was annoyed by the vulgar convo happening next to them As Aidan’s shoulders tensed beneath his white polo shirt, Seth realized just how ripped the other et it, since Aidan was only five-eleven or so and therefore dwarfed by guys like O’Connor, who stood well over six feet

"And at least come up with an excuse I could buy" Mr Steroids exhaled a cloud of s a dance school? Yeah, right, sweetie You’re busy working the pole at the D-Cup Lounge, more like it"

Now Seth’s shoulders were stiffer than a fence post He’d figured the douches were talking about Miranda, but now that he had verification, it was difficult to control the anger siut

Slowly and yet their attention "Quick question," he said

Mr Steroids looked annoyed by the interruption He flicked the ash fro the bucket of sand at his feet "What is it?" the guy snapped

"The girl you’re talking about--you ht?"

"Yeah What’s it to you?"

Seth purposefully dropped his cigarette in the ashtray bucket and irlfriend," he replied coldly

Cue: apology

Or maybe even a mumbled "whatever"

What he didn’t expect?

"Well, sorry to break it to you, dude, but your girlfriend’s a cunt"