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•26• Gerrard

This bitch Hannah has been giving me the biggest of signals that she’s interested since this night began. But I don’t know what I have to do to get it through her dumb brain that I— am not interested. 

When absolutely none of my silent treatment thing made her budge, she flung a whole spoon of ice-cream on me. I sawher do it. 

“Oh, no, babe!” She mocks me, so loudly that everyone at the table hears her. I could literally throw her out of the house right now. “Your pants are ruined!” 

Yeah? Like I just couldn’t see it. 

She moves to pick that scoop of ice cream she threw on my goddamn zipper, but her moves are so slutty on my trousers that I don’t think I need to explain just how inappropriate this is at a fucking dinner table. 

I push my chair back hard and get up, the ice cream dripping down my pants. The a

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