Chapter 35
I have never hated being anywhere like now. I lift my flask and take a gulp of my drink. Am still sober and I hate it. "Can I have some?" A pretty girl with à blond pixie that Is seated beside me, requests. "Be my guest." I hand it over; she takes several gulps of my lite beer. "A friend of Courtney or Quinn?" She enquires and passes the flask back. "None." Am quick to answer. She lifts her perfectly trimmed eyebrows. She has the most mesmerizing hazel eyes. "Actually am a friend of Quinn friend, Ryan." I answer her curiosity. She turns to the guy seated next to her. He is in a suit with disheveled hair. It is like he put too much effort to look effortless. "She is with the loser, Ryan." She whispers to him. He peeps to my direction and they both burst into laughter. "No offen
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