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Ho I’m home, that means I want you home

Where the fuck are you?

Pick up your phone

If you fuck Angier, I will beat the shit out of hi to kill Angier

Please text or call

The last text actuallyJaentle Jameson was a completely different beast It was the calm before the storm It usually meant trouble, and not always the sexy kind

She didn’t like hurting his feelings, even if it was on accident

"Why didn’t you tellfor the last two hours!" Tate snapped, following Ang onto the elevator and s him in the arm He shoved her away and hit the button for their floor

"Hey, he said we could do whatever anted I wanted to spend the evening alone with ainst the world Noe’re lucky if we see each other every otherpointed out Tate sed her sarcastic reuilt trips Not fair At least with Ja was shit out of luck

"I’reat ti into the wall as the elevator stopped at a floor The doors slid open and Ang grabbed her hand, yanking her close as a large group of young guys got on the elevator They looked to be in their early-twenties, and frouy said, doing the head nod thing at Ang

"Hey," he responded, sh One of the guys kept staring at Ang, though Looked away Then looked back Then looked away Then turned towards hionna sound crazy," he started, "but you look just like -,"

"I a hiuy, fro just rolled his eyes, h-fived

"Yeah, that’s et a picture with you!?"

"I don’t think that’s -,"

FLASH

Tate was just drunk enough to roll with it, so she organized everyone into a pile in a corner, so one of the guys could take a selfie of all of the individual pictures with Ang, as looking less and less pleased with the adoration Tate egged the hiuys suddenly de his arm at Tate

"Me!? No, no, you don’t want a pic of asped