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Jackie
I hated myself. Not as much as I hated Tony, but pretty damn close. I was supposed to be Charlie’s best friend and I was really only there to try and f**k up her relationship with Maddox. And, if I didn’t, Cody wouldn’t be the only one “committing suicide.”
“Are there any clubs close by?” I asked, already setting the stage for what was supposed to unfold that night.
“I don’t know. We could look. Why? Don’t you just want to stay here?”
“Nah, that’s boring. Let’s hit the town and go dancing.”
“Okay. Sure, why not?” Charlie pulled out her phone. “Let me ask Maddox if he knows of any good dance clubs nearby.”
“Wait. If he finds out he might get all weird about it. You know how guys are. Especially when they have as much testosterone as someone named Mad Dog, right?”
