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“Of course, I am. I can’t go on this group date with you,” she says, rolling her eyes.

“Fine, whatever,” I grumble, pretending to sound jealous. If she only knew what I really thought of Kristi, she would probably call off this whole thing. I feel like shit for not being jealous that my girl is going to be ‘dating’ another man.

“Where should we go? She said she didn’t want anything fancy.”

“What about the Chili’s down the street, tomorrow night? It’s never overly busy, and sure as shit isn’t fancy,” I suggest.

“Oh, perfect.” Her fingers move over her phone and minutes later it pings. “She said ‘sounds good, tomorrow at eight.’ She’s bringing two of her friends, and they won’t have dates because they don’t want to pay for sitters so they are leaving their men at home.”

“She wants backup.” I smirk at Alana.

Sighing she puts her phone in her purse. “Probably. She probably thinks I’m going to set her up with some preppy guy.”

“Wait, doesn’t Kristi know you have a boyfriend, a boyfriend that looks like me?” I ask, wondering how she’s going to pull this off.

“She’s never seen a picture, and Matt looks a bit like you, just not as bulky. And he already knows the whole story, so we have nothing to worry about.” Why would he agree to this? I don’t like it.

“I don’t like this. I have to pretend to be on a date, while you are on a date right next to me. This isn’t going to work.”

“Please, don’t get worked up about this. Just focus on her tomorrow night. Please. We need this, and Kristi is amazing. I promise.”

I stare at her, wondering why the hell she’s so into wanting this to happen. “What is wrong with you? You really want us to date other people? You seem all fucking excited about this. If you don’t want to be together anymore, just tell me.”

Alana sighs, “It’s not like that, I promise.”

“When in the hell did you talk to Matt anyway?” Starting to feel myself getting jealous and pissed even more.

“I got his number from Seth, he called him, I was there, and we talked. That’s it.”

She’s hiding something, when she says that she doesn’t even bother to look at me.

This is fucked up. So fucked up.

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