It turns out, I did go to the party Ian and Aubrie was talking about that night. I was left dumbfounded on the curb as a hurricane named Kyle Riley departed. So, in need of alcohol, instead of going inside the house like I initially planned, I turned around, head for my car and drove off to where the party is being hosted.
And it turns out, like I expected it to, I haven't had even a single drop of alcohol that night and even got reprimanded for coming when I said before hand that I have no plan of coming.
Assholes right?
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"So, what did she want?" Aubrie asked flipping through a magazine as she lay down on my bed.
"I don't know, Bree, she just said she needed help," I said.
"Help in what?" She pressed.
I shrugged. "She didn't say."
"And you didn't ask?"
"She avoided the question."
"Oh, boy, you're dead," she said with a grin.
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