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Apparently, he couldn't since he walked towards me and stopped right in front of me. His black leathered shoes were only five inches away from my pearly white sneakers. "I've told you I'm better. There's no way I would forget to pick my girl from a party," he continued his asshattery. "Why didn't he come tonight? I wouldn't have let my girl come to a party alone."
I nearly groaned out of frustration. It was bad enough that I had to endure his presence and now I had to endure nonsense coming out of his mouth too. "If I wanted to listen to an asshole, I'd fart." I hoped that would piss him off and he would run back into the house. But it didn't.
Instead, he tipped his head back and laughed. Long and loud and attracting attention as if he thought something was really funny. If I knew I was this hilarious, maybe I'd become a comedian and save the money for tuition.
