Well Rockstar, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I don't have time for new friends. That's why your body is leaning closer and closer to me, because you want nothing to do with me. But I know better. All I would have to do is this, he says, rubbing his front to my back. And I would have you doing whatever I wanted you to do. "Whoa " There "Rockstar", your ego is getting "pretty big." I wouldn't want you to trip over it are anything. Hey, you two, are you going to get your drinks or just stand there somebody ask from behind us? I shake out of Sean's hold; we are getting our drink. I say, apologizing to the guy. Sorry man, Sean says, turning and waving at the guy behind us. I hear the guy stutter, n, n, no problem, man. Sean, I didn't recognize you. I express my disbelief with a roll of the eyes. Oh please, I say, walking away with Sara's and my drinks. Hey firecracker, where are you running off to? I'm not running anywhere, "Rockstar." I'm going back over to where my friend is standing waiting for her beer. Here, let me help you with that Sean says, grabbing one beer out of my hand. I don't need your help; I say, trying to get the cup back. What the fuck is your problem he whispers all up in my face. Fake ass people, that's what. How am I fake, huh? Don't play dumb with me. I get it. You still feel sorry for embarrassing me that night, but really, I'm good and over it.
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