"s**t. DID HE ACTUALLY DO THAT?"
"I CAN'T BELIEVE HE DID THAT! HOW CAN HE DO THAT?"
"TAMARA IS SUCH A NICE GIRL. HOW CAN HE DO THIS TO HER? HE'S A JERK."
"I KNOW. HE IS SUCH A MANWHORE. BLOODY CHEATER."
"I SO PITY TAMARA."
"I DON'T. I MEAN I KNEW HOW HE IS. IN FACT, IN A RECENT MANHATTAN PARTY, WE EVEN MADE OUT. IT WOULD HAVE LED TO SOMETHING MORE BUT THEN THAT STUPID SHAG CALLED HIM AND HE HAD TO GO…"
"THANK GOD, THEY BROKE UP. I CAN NOT STAND THAT b***h WITH MY HOT GUY."
"DUDE, IS IT TRUE THAT TAMARA IS SINGLE? CAN I HAVE HER THAT MEANS?"
"These people are so crazy," Alyssa speaks as we walk to our popular table, with our lunch.
I nod, agreeing to it. "I know."
I ignore some pity glances, some arrogant glances and lust-filled ones from girls and guys respectively. We made to
