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“That!You know what the fuck I’m talking about – we haveonefight, and you decide to go out and find some piece of ass?” she demanded.

“Oh my god. That ‘piece of ass’ was a really nice girl who, by the way, asked me out on a date – which is more than you’ve ever done,” he pointed out. Paige laughed as well, but hers sounded cruel.

“Would that make you feel better? Us getting naked on a regular basis isn’t enough?”

“Jesus, sometimes I think that’s all you think I’m good for.”

“That’s such a girl thing to say.”

“Well, you already have enough balls for the two of us, I figure at least one of us should act like a girl.”

She swatted his chest.

“Can you just stop!? I was trying to apologize earlier, but you didn’t want to hear it! Noooo, apparently all you wanted to do was go out and find some skank to slobber all over you.”

“This all sounds an awful lot like jealousy, Paige.”

“Screw you. You’re the one who is so jealous of a guy you don’t even know that you’re willing to ruin the time we have left together,” she pointed out.

“I know I didn’t like the way he looked at you, that was enough for me. You never answered my question in Vegas, you know. If you hadn’t slept with him, I figure you’d just say no. I mean, what’s to hide if you didn’t?” he asked, folding his arms.

“Goddammit, Parker,yes, I have slept with him. Okay!? A long, long time ago, and never again since then. Does that make you feel better?” she yelled.

It did not. It felt more like someone had punched him in the stomach.

“God. You were right, can we just stop?” he groaned, covering his face with his hands.

“You started this! You can see it to the end! So now that you know, is this gonna be a problem? Cause I told him I would be there tomorrow and I amgoingto be there. And if you’re gonna be an ass, I don’t want you there,” she said.

“If I said it was a problem, it wouldn’t make any difference. Do whatever the fuck you want, go spend the day with your ex-boyfriend,” he replied through clenched teeth. She stepped up close to him.

“Oh, you do not get to say that to me when I just caught you with Polly-fucking-Anna sitting on your lap,” she hissed.

“Are you fucking joking?Caught me? Paige, I was making friends in a bar and a girl liked me. Big fucking deal! I had to stand there and watch that douche bag undress you with his eyes, and now I find out he actually does know what you look like undressed, and you want to go spend the night with him –I’mallowed to freak out! You're not!” he yelled.

“You know what, if I’m such a big fucking hassle, so much fucking work for your over-sensitive ass, then why don’t you just go back to that bar!?” she yelled back, gesturing towards the door.

“Maybe I should!” he shouted.

“I’m sure Polly Anna will still be there!”

“I hope so.”

“Good, then you can fuck her tonight.”

“Maybe I will.”

She let out a small scream.

“God, you are being such a fucking asshole!”

“Really!? I must have learned it from you, because you’re beinga goddamn bitch!”

She let out another small shriek and shoved him hard enough to make him stumble. When he came back, he grabbed her by the head and kissed her, hard, forcing her backwards.

It wasn't something he'd planned to do – a minute before he had been staring at her, all the rage and frustration he'd been feeling bubbling to the surface. But whenever she touched him, it was like an electrical shock, and her shove had been no different. Two different pathways lit up in his brain, one telling him to tell her to shut up, and the other telling him to shut her up somehow.

His brain had picked option two, apparently.

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