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“That shit was meant for you. You banged her, then banged her roommate an hour later.”
“Yeah, sorry. Don’t recall. There’s only been one woman for me.” I scoff and throw myself back against the couch. How the hell did I not recognize her and run in the opposite direction?Because the ugly duckling turned into a beautiful swan.
“Either way, I need to find her. She isn’t getting away with this.”
“Ah. . . she ghosted you. I’ve been guilty of that a time or two.”
“No. She didn’tghostme. She doesn’t even have my number. I can’t find her. I searched social media. Nothing comes up.”
Chase rolls his shoulders and takes a pull of his beer. “Maybe she blocked you.”
“Why would she block me?”
“Do you really want me to answer that? You were pretty awful to her for being the nicer one of the bunch.”
I scoff. “No, I wasn’t. Give me your phone.” Before he can say no, I snatch it out of his hand. “Dude, who’s KenLovecock?”What the fuck?I look at Chase, confused.
“Don’t worry about it.”
“Is this a fake account? You’re seriously messing with other chicks behind Bridge’s back? What the fuck—?”
“No! It’s not like that. . . it’s. . . it’s my—”
“Not fucking cool, bro—”
“Bridget was the one who set it up. We like doing this thing. . . role-playing. It’s an account she set up so I can play coy and message and proposition her. She tries to turn me down, and I come home and catch her doing—whatever, it’s none of your business.”
Three, two, one—
And now it’s my turn to explode. “Seriously?” I hold my chest.
“Fuck off. It’s hot, and she gets super freaky. And I swear, I blow a—”
“Stop. Jesus. No thanks.” I shake my head. “What is it, nut-busting Monday?”
“Huh?”
“Nothing. Just give me a second.” I do the same search I did before. Nothing. “Any chance she’s blocking you too?”
“Never say never, but I wasn’t the main one who was a dick to her when we were kids.”
“I wasn’t a dick.”
“Clearly, she thinks otherwise. You know, because of the whole chaining you up and leaving you for dead stunt.”
I’m about to throw his phone at him. I move on to another Google search. A bunch of Fischer’s pop up, but not the one I’m looking for. “Dammit.”
“Ask Hannah. She’ll help you out. But I warn you, it comes with a price. I had to make a huge sacrifice to get her on board.”
“Like what?” I’m not giving up the MVP-signed Super Bowl football Levi’s been trying to steal from me since high school.
“She made me swear I would never call her Hannah Banana again. Shame. . . really took pride in that nickname. Anywho—just ask. She’s normally willing to help when it comes to love.”
My beer is about to fly at his face. “I’m not fucking in love! I’m pissed.”
“Okay, so what do you plan on doing about it? Retaliating? Chaining a girl up and leaving her is semi-frowned upon nowadays.”
Why did I think it was a good idea to have this conversation with him? I stand up. “You know what? Time for you to go.”
