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I’m slow to rise off the couch and grab my keys, once again foolishly praying she’ll ask me if I want to stay over. She doesn’t. As I already knew she wouldn’t.

Bellamy isn’t like any girl I’ve ever met. Well, maybe I’ve met some similar and just wasn’t instantly compelled to take the time to get to know them. Either way, her willpower isinfuriatinglymind-blowing and yet, sadistically, I appreciate it. I want to be sure before I take anything precious and preserved from her that I might not deserve.

So, I give her a long, soft kiss goodnight and head to my car. Then fire off a group text to the Squad before I forget.

 

Me: Hey there people who were obligated at birth to help me out when I ask. And Ryder, now trapped by choice. Tomorrow after work, 6ish, we’re moving Bellamy into a new apartment. See all you fuckers at 104A, Appleton Apartments tomorrow.

 

I get a few responses of “okay” or a thumbs-up emoji…and then Judd’s reply.

 

Judd: Since Skylar and I are married, you really can just include HER in these group texts and I promise ya, I’ll get told what I’m doing.

 

Me: We get it, you shot out of your dad’s ass and like to whine about the same shit he does- EVERY DAMN TIME. Flip the record bitch, and see you tomm night.

 

Judd: Say that shit to my dad, asshole.

 

Me: I’ll text him now, pussbag.

 

Presley: Jesus ladies, you’re BOTH pretty! Now STFU, I’m watching Dance Moms. And they’re better at the petty bitch thing than either of you.

 

Me: You shouldn’t volunteer the very pathetic info that you watch that shit.

 

Brynn: We’re moving MY best friend and I’m just now hearing about it, from YOU?

 

Me: Just forced her into it tonight Brynny. I’m sure she’ll tell you tomm.

 

Brynn: FORCED? Elaborate please, before I have to kick your butt.

 

Presley: Brynn, if you’re gonna keep this going, at least say ASS.

 

Sky: I agree. And I’m leaving convo before my husband starts crying.

 

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