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Chapter Sixteen
"Why are we here, again?"
Bryan groans beside me as we push our way through sweaty bodies, and I roll my eyes.
"Why are you here again?"
I retaliate, frowning when a guy bumps into me and doesn't even have the fucking decency to apologize as I watch him skip away, Bryan trying to get to him but failing to do so as we mix up with the crowd once again.
"Because I would not allow you to come here alone!"
"Exactly, so stop complaining. It was your choice to follow me here, even when I said not to. "
I raise my voice a little to the chatters that suddenly fills the air. How the fuck is it so crowded here? I can barely even make out where I am heading.
"Which I'm glad I fucking did. I can't imagine you getting through here on your own, you own me one, Meek. "
I roll my eyes, flipping him off as I dodge through bodies, instantly regretting my decision to dive through when the smell of alcohol, smoke and sweat
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