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“Seriously, she isn’t yours You can’t just take her”

“Yes, she is mine, and I did just take her She sleeps in my bed, doesn’t she? Next to me I may not have fucked her, but it was ht, and ave her what she needed So no, I haven’t fucked her, yet But the answer is still no, you can’t fucking take her out,” I said through gritted teeth, I could feel hten as my blood pressure sky-rocketed

Preppy cocked his head to the side and snition of some sort settled over his face “Well, she’s not my property She’s my friend So, if I can’t take her out, then you have to take her I’ it for her She’s been through some shit, and we both knohat that’s like The kid deserves a break A little fucking fun”

“Fuck no I’ date her And this isn’t up for debate No date No nothing Just fucking drop it” For the first ti Preppy He’s never coaxed that kind of anger from me before

“Man, get your fucking head out of your ass She’s just a confused kid Either you take her, or you let me take her I may call you Boss-Man, but we’re friends, and that doesn’t mean you can make all my decisions for me You may call the shots, but I’ you”

“Fine!” I shouted Throwingdate What the fuck do I care anyway? Go! Have a fucking blast!”

I sat back down on my stool and pretended to fiddle with in as beyond me

Maybe, I’d just forgotten how to interact with people eren’t wearing orange jumpsuits or correctional officer uniforms

“Awesoo iron ood bow tie”

“Prep?”

“Yeah, Boss-Man?”

“It’s six in the fucking ”

“And?”

“You want to take her out on Saturday right?”

“Yeah”

“It’s Monday”

“Ah”

“So how about you go wipe the fucking blow froood bow tie tomorrow” Preppy may not have to listen to o away

I’d forgotten while I ay that Preppy was one hell of a partier

We both were

Or, I used to be

Before Max

Before prison

Before her