CADEN
"You didn't get our cell phone numbers or at least our names; we can be fun." I can't tell who said that as I stride ahead, the two tails following behind me like some magnet.
"I am Brenda," one said from behind. Honestly, I can't tell them apart since I haven't spared them another look after I stepped down the staircase, fully dressed, holding up nothing but full of disgust for both of them.
Sorry, my bad, but it usually happens. At least the result is clear: Mad has claimed me, and I f*****g hate the b***h for it.
I continue to push through the drunk crowd dancing on the loud floor, seeking freedom from both girls and the party entirely.
I desperately need quiet and peace. I have frustrations to settle, not some two random girls expecting happily ever after from me.
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