“Hey, man, I’m sorry,” Alec said, not meeting his eyes. “It was… just plain stupid and I was such an ass about the whole thing with Tiff.”
“No, s’okay, dude. You were pissed. You still liked Tiff, and I should’ve respected that.”
“Bros?”
“Sure, bros.”
Beep. Beep. Beep.
“Hey, who’s that?” Alec pointed to his vibrating phone, which he quickly clutched and shoved into his pocket. “Tiff?”
“Nah, it’s someone else.”
“But I thought –”
“She broke it off before our date so… yeah.”
“Oh.” He seemed surprised, but oddly glad. “So who is it then?”
“The Piano Player.”
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The Piano Player
Novela JuvenilSome people were born into lives that seem to be written by boy band-obsessed fan girls, or introverted poets, or dreamers that never stop floating into the clouds. With lives full of conflict and interest and changes, they just simply made chameleo...
