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Ewww!” She walks off and I laugh as I follow her to the bar. The bartender walks over to Lo. “Can I have two red-headed sluts?” He nods and walks away.
    “In the mood for shots tonight?”
    “I just thought it went with the evening so far.” Most people at this point would have probably slapped her, but this was us. We were always picking on each other, but if someone else did it they would be fucked.
    The bartender hands us our shots and I gulp mine down. After this weekend I am in need of alcohol. I continue this pattern throughout the night trying to drown my sorrows in the numerous drinks that the low life club-hoppers try to bribe me with.
    Lo and I are on the dance floor. The lights are flashing and the bass is so loud my whole body feels like it’s vibrating. I feel a presence behind me but I ignore it, hoping that they will just go away, as usual. Instead, I feel whoever it is step closer to me. “Not interested, buddy. I’ve gotten my fill of free drinks for the night and I have no intention of going home with you.”
    “I don’t want to take you home.”
    Even in my current state I know that damn voice. I turn around and see the bane of my existence, Damon. What the hell? Of all the damn clubs in this town, why this one? I turn away from him without saying a word.
    Instead of leaving though, he moves closer to me so that our bodies are now touching. “Not exactly what I would have imagined you going out in.”
    “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I turn around and push him away from me.
    He smiles at me. “Just that I have seen you more dressed up.”
    “Listen, buddy, just because you know what I do, doesn’t mean you know anything about me.” I storm away from him and toward the bathroom. I just need a minute to think, it’s like he clouds my damn judgment.
    I’m standing in front of the mirror fixing my hair that has turned into a hot mess already, when Lo walks in. “Who the hell was that?”
    “That was the dickhead that is now my boss.”
    “What? Jessie, he is fucking gorgeous!”
    “Yeah, but he is still an asshole.”
    “Whatever. Listen, that hot guy from my chem class is here. You okay if I go to his place?”
    “Yeah, babe. Go have fun.” I give her a hug. Most girls would, at this point, get bitchy and resentful about Lo leaving. I’m not like that though. She wasn’t my mother or my babysitter, and I had no problem grabbing a cab home.
    I walk out of the club and let out a groan as I see the sea of people trying to hail a cab. Can nothing go right tonight? I hear a horn honk but ignore it. You never ever turn around when a car honks, it’s usually just some sleaze ball with a stupid ass pickup line. I mean, what the hell do guys think when they honk at us that we will turn around and want to suck their dick for pushing a button on their steering wheel? It honks again and I’m irritated enough to curse this asshole out so I turn around. I squint to see who is about to get the verbal ass kicking I’m ready to dish out. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
    Damon pulls up in front of me. “Let me give you a lift.”
    “No. I’d rather walk.” I start to make my way towards the cab line.
    “Come on! You that scared that you can’t control yourself around me?”
    I spin back toward him. “Excuse me? I can completely control myself around you. You are not as damn slick as you think.”
    “Prove it.”
    “What?” God, I hate this man.
    “You say you aren’t attracted to me. You say you hate me. Prove it. Give me two hours.”
    I walk up to his car. “Two hours for what?”
    “For me to show you how much that tough bitch act doesn’t turn me off and for you to realize how much you want me.”
    I open the door, sit down in the seat, and then slam it shut. “Two hours. I will prove to you that I don’t give two shits about you or your overinflated ego. After that you need to stop trying to mind fuck me every time I see you, and I don’t have to show up for