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"I know exactly where your eyes are, Speedy You just have great tits It’s hard not to look at the e

She looks down and drops her ar and crude and-and…"

"You at a loss for words, Speedy? That’s a first Hang on, let et my camera out to capture the !"

"Who’s a pig?" Tate asks, walking through the door

"Me apparently"

"Well, that’s nothing new"

Tate’s eyes go to Speedy, who has swiveled around to look at hiht dawns on me

Tate could like her She’s definitely his type Well, she’s everyone’s type

And she could like hi bastard

We have the same dark hair, except Tate wears his a bit shorter than mine And I’m taller by a couple of inches Our skin has the same olive tone to it But, apart from that, we look completely different

I look like our dad, whereas Tate looks like Mom

And Tate is a better person than me He always has been He takes care of sick kids, for fuck’s sake I read lines that so That’s about the extent of my abilities

Tate has so

As I watch the interaction between the forever when in fact it’s hten

But it’s definitely not jealousy because I don’t get jealous Especially not when it co for hie that Especially not soet balls deep in

If Tate likes Speedy, then I’ll step aside Easy I mean, at the end of the day, all I want to do is spend a littleher up before eventually fucking her and then sending her on her way

I have never been good at sticking with just one girl

Still, I findhis face for signs of interest

"I’ets to her feet and shakes it "Ava Simms I ran over your brother’s foot with my car and broke it--his foot, not my car He wanted me to lie and say it was a tank But, actually, it’s a Mercedes Smart car If you’re not faht as air in fact" She glances my way, a smirk spread across her face "Honestly, I don’t kno it could have broken his foot He must have really weak bones Or tiny feet, and you knohat they say about ato kill her No doubt about it

Forget worrying about if Tate likes her I’le her to death and then drop her body off at the hospital nes said that someone ran over your foot But it was seriously one of those miniature cars? And your foot’s broken?" Tate chuckles

"It wasn’t a tiny car It was a tank"

"He’s lying It was ht car that broke his weak foot," Speedy tells Tate "How s as e"

"He wears a size ten," Tate tells her

"Ten and a half!" I yell

"Isn’t that suy who’s as tall as you?" she taunts

"I wear a twelve, for clarification purposes," Tate says

"Fuck off, Tate And you, Speedy"--I angrily eye her--"you are the actual devil I’ll never trust you with anything ever again"