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Fuck the guys looking atif I meet their standards

Fuck this whole party

My gut churns Why did I let Gia talk me into this? Why did I think an invite fro and embarrassment?

I need to get out of here Fast

I look to Alan He's a wannabe Dean Not quite as cute or tall or blonde Not as funny or char "Alan, truth or dare"

Everyone turns to him

He leans back in his black chair Revels in the attention "Dare"

I have to fight fire with fire "I dare you to streak around the neighborhood"

Alan jumps to his feet Holds up his hand in salute "I hope you ladies are in for a show" He sends winks in every direction Even mine

Then he marches over the carpet, the white tile foyer, the mat All the way out the door

It slams shut with a thud

"Let's set up on the porch" Dean irl next to him

Even though she's sitting on soles at Dean "Sure"

She slides off her boy-toy's lap "Follow ainst the tile

She turns back Motions let's go