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Chapter Twelve

"How was your date?"

"It wasn't a date," Finn huffs, his face screwing up as he pushes against his weight, the veins in his arm protruding from his skin.

"Sure it wasn't."

"Why don't you believe me?"

"Because I know you," I point out, pulling the handgrip, feeling my muscles ache.

"What about you?" he suddenly asks and I let go out of the handle, causing the weight to hit the pole loudly, the sounding bouncing off the walls as I grimace.

He quirks an eyebrow at me as I scramble to pick it back up. I put the handle back in the holding spot and lean back in the uncomfortable, worn, leather seat.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, how's your dating life going? What's going on with Bentley?"

"You mean after he grabbed me, told everyone I don't put out, and then said he should have known better than to get involved with me? No, there is no me and Bentley." I replied sourly, getting to my feet, dragging the back of my

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