I can turn you into poetry but I can't make you love me.
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Anthony's POV
I walked around the house as I tried desperately to find Veronica. She had seemed quite upset and I hated not being able to comfort her. I wasn't drunk or anywhere near it because I was supposed to be the designated driver for my friends. I knew Veronica didn't drink because she was gonna drive Carol back home but I knew better than to let her storm off in rage. She had a smart mouth and a fast working brain but for some reason anger always made her dumber than she actually was...
I walked back inside and once again entered the kitchen. My eyes rolled in annoyance when I saw Patrick and some chick literally f*****g on the counter. I shook my head, amateurs. Making my way quickly out the room, I was about
