Alexa and the Badboy
I was nervous, having never done this before.
“You don’t have to worry, Alexa.” Michelle assured me. “We are the best teachers you’ve got. We’ll take care of you.”
I gave in. “Okay. Let’s do this.”
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Countless shots of salt, tequila and lime later, Alexandria, Michelle and I could barely raise our tongues to the roofs of our mouths.
“Guys are the worst.” I slurred. “How can someone you loved so much hurt you like that?”
“I know, right? They are the worst.” The girls easily agreed with me, having been through their share of breakups. Halfway through the shots, I had spilled sob story to them, my tongue running loose as the alcohol oozed through me.
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