Liandra Almere isn't happy but she isn't sad either. She has amazing friends who support her through all her crazy thoughts. She even has her own band which is quite successful for a college band. She is just going through her normal life without an...
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Dallas has been talking about Liandra the whole fucking night. He has a death wish or something.
"She is gorgeous and confident as hell. I think I am going to ask her out on a date later." He looks at me when he says those words. I don't know if he wants a reaction out of me or not. But it is working.
It is fucking working.
"She is coming later?" Amos is sitting beside me now with a little smile. He knows damn well that I want to ask that but won't. I am not her keeper so if she wants to be with Dallas then she can do that.
Even if it fucking hurts. Which it will do since I have been crushing on her since I was a teenager.
But I won't make it easy for Dallas. I will fight for her. I will make sure that she knows that I also want to go out with her. I am not going to give up as easily as when I was younger.
"She had to get ready first and then she would come. Apparently one of her best friends wants to look good for Davina." I smile knowing that Willow is really doing her best to make Davina get a heart attack. She was barely saying anything when she saw her during my soccer game.
And I am quite sure that she is going to overdress herself for this bar. Something that Liandra will do too. And I am not prepared for all the guys to stare at her and not being able to tell them to fuck off.
"We should talk about more important stuff then." Jordan holds his phone out and shows the new game that he has developed. They all start to look at him playing it and I just know that we are back to having a conversation about what they should do to get through a level. "Do you think they could win the contest with this?"
My attention is no longer on them. Staring at everybody in the bar is the one thing that I am good at. I like to think about what other people think. Or what they might do in their life. I do it mostly on my own since none of the guys like the game.
The only one who played the game with me was Liandra. Whenever we were on the roof during a party we talked about the people downstairs. We made up stories about their life and how their future would look like.
"Who is that hottie coming in?" All the guys turn their heads around to look at the three girls entering the bar. "Fuck, is that Liandra?" Dallas' mouth is wide open when he sees her. She is wearing tight black jeans with a red sweater that is hanging loosely over her shoulders. She looks hot, really hot. And I am not the only one noticing it.
"Please tell me that I am not the only one imaging bending them down there and fuck them." Hunter might be a bit too visual about what he wants to do with her. "Stop oversexualizing women all the time. Is your dick that small that you have to degrade us?" A petite brunette stands in front of our booth, sending us all a death glare.
"And please spare me the crap of having to see it myself first. I am not wearing my glasses so I probably won't see it." Hunter is silent and that has never happened before. He always has an answer ready for every single thing we say. He constantly keeps on bothering us all with his constant talking and joking around. "Way too go, girl. We support you."
