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thought wrong…” He says harshly. I don’t know what happened to Ryder to make him so dark, and disconnected but whatever it is, it’s going to take a fucking saint to pull him out of it. T he girl swivels in her seat, then gets up, removing herself from the situation. Even though, I’m happy she’s gone, I feel sorry for her. She expected more from him, and it’s not easy hearing that someone wants to use you to satisfy a need.
    “Dude , that was fucking harsh.” Rex says annoyance obvious in his tone. Jenna looks at me confused as hell, and I look back at her the same way. This whole night is a cluster fuck.
    “How was that harsh ? I laid out the rules, if she wasn’t up for it that’s her problem. There will be others.” His voice is cool, as if five minutes ago he didn’t have a problem. Which he clearly did.
    “Can we go ? I’m over this.” All I want to do is go home, and go to sleep. I’m exhausted. All this arguing is hurting my brain. Jenna looks at me pouting. I know she’s trying to make us stay for one more game. I cave because how couldn’t I.
    “Okay one more game, and I’m done.” How can you not give into that face? She smiles at me as I take a seat across from Corey. I divert my eyes to the table not wanting to meet his gaze. His feet brush against my sock covered ones. Is he seriously playing footsie with me? I pull back slightly, gearing up to land a hard kick in his shin.
    A growl admits from his mouth, and I cover my mouth with my hand to silence any laughter. Once I have myself together I look at him raising an eyebrow, like seriously? He smirks at me. Like really smirks, and I feel an itch in my palm form. The one that wants to smack that look the fuck off his face.
    “Hey , I have got to go man.” Ryder says in a hushed tone to Corey. He looks fidgety, and anxious. I’m really starting to wonder if he’s doing drugs. 
    “Oh, okay man. Call us if you ne ed anything.” Corey says, a surprised look on his face. Then it dawns on me he came with us, so how he’s getting a ride back? I ponder the thought a moment. He’s got to be going to find Bridget or something.
    With Ryder gone and the love birds all over each other I’m left with no one else to entertain me but Corey.  I glare at him over the table, taking a sip of my drink. My phone chimes with an incoming text. I look down, at it. It’s from an unknown number.
    I open the text, and it says “You suck at bowling .”
    This can’t be. He can’t possibly have my number.
    Fear settles deep into my bones, rooting me to my seat. I look around the darkly lit bowling alley, for Brody. I swivel my gaze back around and it lands on Corey’s who is looking at me in a peculiar way. Many would say Corey is dumb, but don’t let him fool you he’s fan-fucking-tastic at reading people and right now he’s reading me like an open book.
    “What’s your problem?” His voice sounds worried, but his face looks calm. My phone chimes again. I look down at it hesitantly, afraid to open the message. I watch as Corey’s eyes catch on my phone. What happens next occurs so fast there’s no way for me to stop him. In an instant he snatches it from my hand. I let out a snarl, as I reach across the table, trying my hardest to grab it.
    “Give me that Corey Alan Winchester. Or so help me god.” He holds the phone above his head and out of my reach as he clicks through the messages I assume. His expression changes from laid back to panicky in seconds. As I lean down on my arms in front of him. I’m getting my phone back the minute it comes within reach.
    What I don’t expect is for him to stand, an d grab me by the arm, pulling me into a dark secluded area of the bowling alley.
    “Excuse you, but no one fucking man handles me.” I yell yanking my arm from his hold. Darkness descends over us, stealing all the oxygen. I take a deep breath, and huff it out.
    “It’s not me that you should be worried about manhandling you. When the