Sloan's POV
"You sure are putting on a show," Robbie smirks. "If I didn't know any better, I'd swear you really liked this girl."
"Well, it's a good thing you know better," I tell him, standing up and checking my phone. "s**t, it's late. I need to get back to her."
"What happened to I'm not letting her out of my sight?" Robbie smirks.
"She's at my apartment. Brock will make sure she doesn't try to leave. Besides, I'm pretty sure she doesn't want to."
I wipe my nose on the sleeve of my shirt to make sure all of the residue is gone before I step out into the hallway. I walk out into the front of the shop to a crowd of people, drunk, high and f****d up out of their minds. They all start shouting at once when they notice me. I try my best to push through them to get to the door.
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