Sydney
I storm into the locker room, not caring it is the men’s locker. Justin had pissed me off. Who does he think he is? When I finally enter, Justin stands and seems to be waiting for me. He would have known I was pissed at him when I yelled out his full name.
“Yes?” he asks casually.
“What the hell was that? Your stupid little stunt?” I snap.
Justin crosses his arm over his chest, “Stunt? It wasn’t a stunt; it is the truth. You used to make fun of guys like that. He isn’t your type. You were only pretending to be interested in him to make me jealous.”
He sounds confident in his words.
I scoff, “Why would I want to do that? And you have no idea what I like. You haven’t been around for the last five years. A lot has changed.”
“Because you know it will bother me, is why.”
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