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look beautiful” kind of way. I watch from afar as she starts frowning at both of them. They’re laugh about something, or at something. Who knows which?
    “Who is this?” I as k making my way up to the table after biding time at the bar. I don’t mean to come off as a total bitch but that’s me and I refuse to be anything different.
    I look between Corey and Ryder who don’t even take the time to step up and claim her.
    “Well…?” I look at every one of their faces, my eyes wide. Either they have gone mute, or this blonde chick has no name.
    Jenna grabs me by the arm and pulls me from the table and over by the arcade.
    “Her name is Bridget.” She says into my ear, as I sneer at her. Corey doesn’t belong to me, by no means, but I feel the territorial traits coming out. That can only mean one thing. I feel an unknown emotion in me. The need to cut that bitch is strong. Right here, right now. It only gets worse as her hands paw at his shirt. I watch her as a sick smile forms on her face. She’s a bitch, I know it, she knows it, hell probably everyone here knows it.
    “I don’t give a fuck what her name is, her name is going to be on a tomb stone here real soon.” My attitude went from butterflies and sunshine, to I want to rip her arms off real fast. No one touches what is mine. Wait…. What….?
    “Slow down Mimi you’re being completely irrational right now, take a step back and look around. Corey doesn’t belong to you. If he wants to sit with her and let her paw at him then he’s not worth your time.” Jenna’s voice is strong and I can tell she’s trying to be as convincing as she can. Her arms are crossed over her chest and she’s gives me that mother hen look she gives everyone when they’re on the verge of losing it, and I’m pretty fucking close.
    I let out a defeated sigh , knowing that I can’t win this one. “Okay… Okay… Fine; But I don’t want to hear a peep out of her, I haven’t even talked to her yet and I’m already fucking annoyed.” I hate it when girls try too hard. If you want to be something, be it. Don’t act giggly, portraying this ditzy chick who doesn’t know shit. Guys want strong independent women.
    “Just stop, I don’t even think she’s here for Corey, she’s been eyeing up Ryder all night.” Taking one look at Ryder I know why. But he seems to be more interested in stirring the straw in his drink then her.
    “Oh is that right? Because he clearly looks enthused by her and her extremely loud and annoying laugh.” I say a little louder than needed attempting to draw a reaction from her. She looks up at me from where she’s sitting. Her face is that of someone clearly saying… na, na, boo, boo look at what I have that you don’t. Keep taunting me bitch, keep taunting me.
    “It doesn’t matter, look at me Mimi.” She says grabbing my cheeks and pulling my face in to look at hers.
    “He’s not fucking worth it. I fully believe Corey can change, but just remember everything he’s done.” She releases me, and I wipe the angry smirk from my face not wanting to show Corey that whatever scheme he has created is getting to me. Never look weak in the presence of the enemy.
    I take a seat directly in front of him. I can’t stop my eyes from honing in on the well-manicured hand griping his arm or the dirty look that I shoot at both of them.
    “Whoa, bad kitty.” Rex says smirking at me, as he lands a hand on my shoulder trying to distract me from the train wreck occurring before my eyes.
    “You’re up.” Jenn a says, handing me my ball. God, never again, if they’re going to invite their ‘dates’ to go out on group nights I’m fucking done.
    I take the ball, slipp ing my fingers into the holes. But because I’m too focused on Corey, the ball slips from my hand to early and ends up going into the gutter. Fucking, fucking, fucking, fuck. God, stay focused. A cackling ensues behind me and it takes everything in me not to turn around and chuck