How to Destroy a Badboy
Valentine offered his phone.
"No, it's fine. My mom will surely be angry, but let's save it for breakfast," I chuckled, ignoring his proposition. I know my mom, she's paranoid sometimes, but it's not like I'm doing drugs or anything. I'm just dating a hot guy. Nothing could go wrong.
"This is the best date I ever had," Valentine said after finishing his third beer and subsequently opening another.
"This is the cheapest date I had," I replied, and that's true only because everything is so wrongfully unplanned with nothing but beer and pizza with the exception of the beautiful scenery, of course.
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