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"You think you're so tough hm?" He says, getting closer to me. Both of our eyes lustful, deep and glued to each other's.
"I am" I certify the one standing in front of me, our proximity making me nervous, but I'm refusing to show any signs of it...
"Give me a reason to believe it 'Cause if you want to keep me You gotta got to love me harder."
Love Me Harder by Ariana Grande and The Weekend
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"Rafe. What the fuck did you do?" Chris asks, shoving me back on the street. "Hey! I thought you were on my side?"
"That's before I found out that whatever you said made her hang cocks on our house!!" He shouts, getting closer again to shove me once more. I step back, holding my arms up in defense. "Hey! I was honest! She was the one that went psycho chick on our home!" I exclaim, immediately regretting my choice of words afterwards.
"You! Shut the fuck up alright! You were the one that wanted her and all that 'sappy shit' you always say. Don't go around being a fucking ass, Rafe." Chris reprehends, towering slightly over me. I sigh, scratching the back of my head. "You think she could've gone all the way up there alone?" James, suddenly appears.
No, definitely not. She is an agile and flexible lady but there's no way she has the strength to crawl a two floor house to hang dicks.
"At least they're big, right?" I ask, trying to make James drop it. "Except that one." Hayden points, the exact one right next to my window. I run a hand through my face, my mouth slightly opened in stress of this situation. How the fuck do I get the girl back?
"You lot are seeing things. She is clearly just calling him a dick." Max explains, hands on his waist as he too, looks up at the masterpiece she did.
Chris pats me twice on the back, a scoff with a laugh escaping his lips. "You got an hour to clean this up, I'm out." He says, swaying the keys of his car in his hand. I try to protest, look at my other teammates but they all shrug, looking at the sky and whistle as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.
These traitors.
"Fine, go, leave, whatever. I'll just be here doing all this by myself—"
"You didn't tell her we were aware, did you?" Hayden speaks up, hands on his pocket. "Yeah, I mentioned it—" I am cut off by a wave of commentary.
"Of course!"
"that's why the multiple dicks!"
"I'll have to quit hockey"
"I hate you, Murray."
I widen my eyes, frowning as I stare into my teammates. "What is it?" I ask, completely clueless to their mutual agreement. "She's calling us all dicks, not just you man." And somehow, as those words leave James throat a gigantic weight is lifted off my shoulders. I break a chuckle, shaking my head.
"So you all are helping me clean this up or not?" I ask, looking at the house once again. I need to get Aurora back, and I need to find a way to do that fast. I mean I know I'm not the greatest person alive, much less that I deserve her but damn me if I don't try. I now finally have a chance of doing things right, I can't waste it. I just don't know how yet..
