Page 61 of Catfish

Her expensive Coach purse of white leather sticks out like a sore thumb. The bright yellow dress screams “look at me” and her tits, those were definitely bought as well.

“What are you doing here?” Berkley marvels—more like disgusted. She obviously hasn’t practiced the art of making it sound real.

Which poses the question of what the fuck she’s doing here.

“I’m here with my cousin,” Sadie spouts, gesturing to me with her thumb. “Just getting a drink.”

“Want to join us?” Billy offers, scooting closer to Sadie.

“Uh, no—” she wrinkles her turned up little nose that looks like it’s been slapped a few times.”—thanks.”

“Why don’t you go catch up?” I extend, grabbing the stem of my glass. “I’m good here.”

Sadie squeezes my thigh. “I’m alright.”

“Oh, c’mon,” Berkley exhorts with a tilt of her head. “Come grab a drink with me at the bar.” Her eyes fall on me. “Your cousin looks like she’s in good company.”

I extend my hand because I’m a polite human being. “I’m Reagan.”

Her eyes widen. “Reagan Shelton?”

"Yeah?" I arch a brow. She gives me a once-over—from my chest to my face before plastering on the fakest smile I've ever seen in my life.

“Heard a lot about you.”

“Really?” I glance over at Sadie. “Talkin’ shit, cuz?”

They both exclaim "no" at the same time, and Sadie grabs my hand. "I haven't seen her in years.”

Okay…

“I’m so intrigued by what you've heard about me, Berk." My tone is super cheerleader, oh my God, like you have to tell me all the tea. “Was it totally inappropriate or just about how awesome I am?”

Sadie chuckles lightly at my side while Berkley looks unamused as fuck.

Yeah, I’m being a bitch.

I’m fucking irritated. And prissy little Berkley with her purse and fake tits can get the hell away from me on my free time.

“Just that you used to date Grant Hardison.” She lets her eyes fall down me again. “I read a few blogs.”

I lean back in the booth. “Really? Where you looking to ask me out on a date because that is the second time you’re eye-fucked me since you’re been standing there.” I shrug. “I’m down for it if—“

“I’m not,” she snaps, straightening her spine.

“Too bad,” Billy chimes in like the dumbass he is.

I glance over at Dexter. “Do you mind?” He moves out of the booth and holds out his hand to help me, not that I need it, but I take it anyway.

Sadie follows then stands in front of me as I overlook the bar. “Are you sure you don’t want to come with me?”

“I’ll be fine, relax.” Dexter’s hand still rests on my hip, warming the skin underneath my jeans.

His touch doesn’t do much, but boost my self-confidence after Chase just…dumped me. I can’t think of another way to describe it.

She leans in closer to me. “We don’t know these guys.”

“I’m in a public place, Nugget. I’m not going anywhere.”

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