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 distant after we drove back to the apartment. She acted like we had done something more than just hold hands. "What did you do to her?" Paola questioned as she cornered me in the kitchen. Her hand was placed on her slim waist while one of her fingers pointed at me accusingly.
"Nothing," I replied with a sorrowful sigh. I didn't mean to sound so disappointed, I just wished something had actually happened. Paola narrowed her eyes and seethed out a weak threat. I never really noticed until now how tiny she is, Sandra is much taller than her.
"You stay away from Sandi, she has had enough of assholes ruining he life. I will not let you mess up the life she's made for herself here, you hear me?" Maybe I had underestimated Paola, she sounded like a good friend after all. The unsettling thing was the plural tense of assholes. I thought there had only been one.
"I'm not trying to ruin her life." Unknowingly, I was trying to prove myself to Paola, maybe if she saw me as worthy Sandra would too. Paola was about to say something else when her boyfriend appeared behind us and cleared his throat. He looked at me weirdly as he pulled Paola towards him and whispered something in her ear. Whatever he said made her turn to look at me apprehensively.
"Just let me talk to him," Andres grumbled as she put a hand on his chest as if to hold him back. She pleaded with him, but eventually gave up and left us alone in the kitchen. I suddenly remembered where I had seen him
The frat party.
"Daniel has told me a lot of shit about you. You sure have some balls showing up here after he knocked your ass out." Andres was younger than me, which only made me realize he was a Daniel follower. Since Daniel was graduating next year, he had a group of freshmen and sophomores following him in an attempt to take his place within the fraternity. I didn't get why stupid fraternities were a thing.
There was no point in them, their supposed brotherhood was non-existent.
"Daniel has a way of letting shit come out his mouth, it's not surprising." I shrugged trying to walk past him. Andres seemed to have another idea and pushed me back. That action only caused my collected behavior to crumble. Who the hell does this idiot think he is?
