12. What are you staring at

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MICHAEL I felt that familiar fluttery sensation in my stomach as I felt Jacob's presence behind me. Why did he have to surprise me all the time? And how did he walk around so silently? I thought he was a former army range and not a goddamn ninja. "Jacob, hi. What are you doing here?" I let out a nervous laugh. I looked him up and down. He looked damn good. Or maybe I was crushing on him even harder now that I found my newfound feelings for him. "It's the weekend and this bar is popular. What are you doing here all alone? Where is Alison?" Jacob asked. "She is busy," I lied. "I see. Well, I'm glad you're here. Now I don't have to drink alone." He chuckled and ordered us more drinks. I was already tipsy and usually went home before I got too drunk, but I wasn't about to give up the ch

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