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Crossing my arms, I lean against the side of the Ford Taurus he was working on. “I’m meeting her at the diner. And, shut the fuck up, I had a crush on her when we were kids. That doesn’t mean shit.”
Grinning, he tosses the grease filled rag behind him. “Sure it doesn’t. Is this like a date?”
“Just because you went out and handed your balls over to Payton, doesn’t mean I’m looking to do the same thing. That’s never going to change. Stop acting like you don’t fucking know me,” I say, with a bit too much anger in my voice.
He laughs, fucking laughs. “Yeah that’s the same shit I said, and look at me now.”
“We’re not the same person. Hey, I was just stopping to see if you needed help. Obviously, you don’t, so I’m leaving,” I say, turning to leave.
“Have fun with Eva tonight,” he yells.
Just because he found his happily ever after, or whatever the fuck, doesn’t mean I’m going to. No screw that, I don’t want it. Eva may be hot as hell, but she’s a friend. Just a friend.
