Juliette
I slam the door.
Jake Hall tosses himself on the couch and scowls at me.
"Where the fùck do you find these weirdos?" He rolls his eyes. "First, it was your hòmo husband who was getting blòwjobs from his bestie. And now it's your crazy ex who stands outside in the scorching sun, holding a boombox."
"He's not my ex." I huff. "He's just a friend."
"A friend who buys you flowers?" He scoffs. "You literally kissed me to piss him off. But don't worry. I won't tell anyone. I'd be embarrassed too if I dated someone who looks like that."
"He's hotter than you." I smirk.
"What did you just say?"
"I said he's hotter than you."
Jake stands from the couch to flex his big biceps and his six pack. He runs his fingers through his hair and stands akimbo. He fixes his green eyes on me.
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