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TOM KAULITZ
The bitch had the nerve to cut off the bet.
For fucking Noah.
What the fuck does she see in him?
He's from fucking Texas.
Who the fuck likes Texas?
Houston. He's a good old cowboy.
He took her square dancing.
I watched her come home all giggly and shit, it was fucking embarrassing.
He sits at our lunch table now.
I bit into my apple, chomping down obnoxiously hard and loud.
Blair lifted her eyes from her boy toy, looking at me. "Are you good?"
I shrugged. "I'm eating my fucking apple."
She didn't reply, turning back to Noah. Bill side-eyed me. "Are you jealous?" He whispered into my ear.
No, I'm not.
"He just pisses me off," I said, not caring about lowering my voice. Bill slowly nodded, clearly not believing my response.
"Are you going to be watching the game?" Blair questions him, and he smiles. "Of course."
"We have to meet with the sponsor people." I suddenly mentioned, she glanced at me.
"I know."
Yeah, well.
"They said they want us to act like a couple or something for their ads," I added on, she sent me a clipped nod. "I know."
Why isn't she arguing with me?
"Your hair is ugly," I said, just to piss her off.
"I like it." Noah cut in.
Well, I fucking don't.
"It's frizzy." I retaliated, he squinted his eyes at me. "It's fine."
Blair took her phone out, checking her hair.
Ha.
"I thought it looked good." She frowned.
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