“He didn’t mean it,” I mumble into her hair. “Why are you defending him? You’re supposed to be on my side!” “He wasn’t talking about you. I’d bet my life on it.” “Newsflash, asshole—you weren’t there.” She takes another sip of the alcohol and her face twists in disgust, like she’s only just remembered that she hates tequila. She slumps against me and spreads her legs in a very unladylike fashion. “God, I’m such an idiot for thinking someone like him could actually have feelings for me.” Her lip quivers and she tilts her head back to look up at me. “Do you think I’m a mistake too?” I rub a
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