Crazy ~ H.G.

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Hayes's POV

I was sitting on the couch near the doorway, waiting.

I heard the front door close. "Hayes?" Nash asked.

"Asshole" I replied, as he walked into the living room.

"What's up?"

"Why were you talking to Ambra?"

He laughed. "She wasn't kidding when she said you were being protective"

"Nash, you've already fucked her once. Not again." I said, rolling my eyes.

"That wasn't what I wanted from her" "You wanted it once."

"I actually didn't, but I didn't not want it"

"You're gross"

"Hayes, we gotta talk about this."

"No. We don't. There's nothing to talk about. My girlfriend wasn't sober, but according to you, she wasn't drunk. She came onto you, you slept with her. Ruined everything. Now her and I are finally getting back to normal, and suddenly you need to talk to her alone again."

"Hayes, that's not what happened. She wasn't drunk"

"Did she have beer in her system?" "Well....yea" "exactly"

"She told me if I didn't sleep with her, she'd find someone else to sleep with. I figured, if she was gonna cheat on you anyway, it wouldn't hurt me any...."

"Ew, shut the fuck up!"

"Hayes, I'm so sorry."

"That's nice"

"Are you gonna be mad at me forever? We're gonna be 90, eating at a restaurant for some family reunion and you'll still be mad at me?"

I laughed. "Well, yea."

He rolled his eyes. "Hayes, common"

I sucked my teeth. "Fine. I don't hate you. Is that enough?"

"No, but it's good enough for today."

I smiled. "Good."

He stood there a minute. "Bye" I snapped, raising my eyebrows.

"Oh right" He smiled, walking away. He looked really happy.

Aw.

What a fucktard.

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