Peter Goodman has never been in love. He disregards other's emotions including his own. He lives his life being a wingman, with no attachments and meaningless sex. It's a tiring life, until one day he decides that maybe instead of sleeping with the...
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Sandra was starting to wear makeup and tighter clothes. I didn't know why but it annoyed the hell out of me. Part of me worried that my stupid date provoked this.
Who the hell was she trying to look good for? It's not like it was working.
I suspected it was for someone at the gym. I hoped she wasn't pinning after a trainer because she was surely kidding herself. As if someone like her could get a trainer's attention.
"Hey, Pete!" Sandra neared me and I narrowed my eyes at the man trailing behind her. He was wearing a tight shirt and sweat pants. I assumed he was a trainer based on his physique.
He was beefy and not much taller than Sandra, it annoyed me that he purposely brushed against her arm as they walked towards me. "This is Franco, he wanted to make sure I had a ride for tonight." His chest puffed up as she introduced him and he gave me a once over. I didn't acknowledge him whatsoever and instead directed all of my attention to Sandra.
"Let's go then." I turned away from them thinking Sandra would follow behind me like always. Instead, I looked over my shoulder to see her hugging the beefy idiot goodbye. The stupid idiot held on to her longer than she anticipated and caused her to get flustered. I could tell he affected her and I hated that it bothered me.
"Sandra, let's go." I tried to maintain my voice neutral. She couldn't know how bothered I was by the fact that she liked the stupid beefy guy. I wasn't really bothered, I was annoyed.
I purposely walked with intense speed so Sandra would have to run to catch up. I wanted us to get as far away from the beefy idiot as possible. "Slow down," Sandra panted. Abruptly I stopped and she crashed into my back. Instead of catching herself like a normal person, Sandra gripped onto my shoulders and flushed herself against me from the impact. Her finger's dug into my skin and I held in a gasp.
I felt weird when she touched me. I wasn't annoyed or disgusted, I felt my body get hot. Almost like if I had a fever. Just as fast as she clung onto me, she let go, whispering an apology. "Geez sorry about that," She frowned realizing how hard her hold on me was.
