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After dropping Jolly and Nick off the random girl gets a phone call and asks if I can take her home because her boyfriend got back from a work trip early.
I know Noah sees the smirk on my face as I agree.
Once it's just me and him I rush to his house, parking in the usual spot in his driveway.
"Here you go." I hum as I unlock the doors.
"Come in for a minute." He grumbles as he gets out.
"Why?"
"It wasn't a question." He huffs as he shuts my car door.
I roll my eyes but comply, turning off my car and getting out to follow him inside.
He stumbles slightly as he barges through the front door and I grab his arm to keep him stable.
"I can't believe you." I mutter under my breath.
"What?" He glares at me.
"I said, I can't believe you." I smile coyly.
He rolls his eyes and tugs his arm away, turning to face me.
"You're seriously mad at me?"
"Yes, I am." I cross my arms.
"Why?"
"Because you act like-" I groan. "You think you have a say over everything I do- but you don't."
"I never said I did!" He pouts. "Just cause I think it's weird for you to work with some guy you dated? I think that's a normal opinion."
"Yeah, but you are so judgy about it." I argue. "You say it's just an opinion but the way you talk about it makes it seem like you have a say over what I do."
"Well, maybe you should take my advice and I wouldn't have to go about it like-"
"Excuse me?" I snap. "Take your advice?"
"God, you always freak out over nothing, Fallon."
"I can't believe I thought you were any less selfish than before." I scoff. "You only ever think about what you want."
"I only think about what I want? Really, Fallon?" He raises his voice. "Do I need to bring up fucking New Years?! What about that was my fault?"
"What about it?!" I step towards him. "You knowing that Hudson was hearing you rail me on the phone and not telling me because you were fucking jealous? And then screaming at me because I was still talking to him? Or what about you telling me you loved me?!"
He clenches his jaw and strips off his jacket, throwing it onto the couch as he doesn't look at me.
"Maybe love bombing me after a hookup and trying to rush me into a relationship wasn't exactly the right thing to do, huh?"
He still stays quiet, but rolls his eyes.
"Cutting your hair and going to the gym didn't make you any fucking better of a person- and if I knew that sooner I wouldn't have agreed to helping with this fucking wedding." The words spill out before I can think.
"You think you're any better?! You still run from everything! You don't fucking talk, you don't care, you just avoid anything anyone puts in front of you."
"Says the one who was going to bring some random girl home to fuck after a disagreement you started." I say. "If you were trying to make me jealous, then there you go, Noah- it fucking worked! Happy?"
