“So why were you blowing up my phone, bestie? Do I need to egg a certain wank face’s house when I get back?” Scrunching my eyes, I brace myself for the inevitable. “Yeah… so… you were right about him. The guy was cheating on me.” I say that last part as hushed as possible, because I don’t know where Brad’s father has disappeared off to inside the house after shutting the door behind me, and I also feel insanely embarrassed at the prospect of having to discuss the truth behind my road-side-rescue. “Bitch, I knew it.” The phone rustles as Brad does something on the other end of the line. “Flinn,
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