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The guys in the corner stilled watching and I dragged Miranda outside. I didn’t want to
disrupt the other patrons. A few onlookers paused to watch.
I snarled into her ear. “The only one who is pathetic is you. The only reason Carter stuck his dick in you that night was because he was blinded by grief. I’m not stupid, you knew exactly
what you were doing.” I hissed “Leave him the hell alone, you worthless excuse for a fucking
human being. And just so you know a man has the right to refuse a woman just like a woman
has the right to refuse a man. He turned you down then dumped you and you still insist on
holding onto what you never really had.” I yanked her head farther back feeling a lot stronger
suddenly then I really was. She struggled and her eyes went wild, a feeling pulsed out of me
and she stilled. “Leave us all alone, and that includes him, if he wanted you all he had to do
was come find you. So what does that tell you?” She gritted her teeth as that presence pushed
further out and Miranda fell to her knees, only being held up by the hair which I still gripped
in my hand. She was weak and I found a beautiful sense of feeling whole, “He dosen’t belong
to you,” I said, giving her my back. Something I instinctively felt would be a slight to her. She
whined. What a pitiful bitch, I thought, striding back inside. One of the guys from the table
was talking to the emo girl intimately up in her space while the others eyed me with a mix of
satisfaction and awe. I sat across from Lana who was halfway through her pie as I returned to
my slice as if nothing happened. Lana eyed me, her eyes watching the guys as I heard them
file out the door behind me.
I caught Lana smirking as I dug into the next slice. The pizza I realized as I took a bite seemed
to have everything but the kitchen sink and anchovies on it.
“What?” I asked as the emo girl walked up and both of our eyes went to look up at her.
“Thanks for that.” she said shyly.
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“What?” I found myself asking again.
“She’s been trying to get my guy to bed her, no doubt she was going to come up in here to
paw at him in my face. I’m not good with conflict.” she added.
“So she can’t stand anyone having what she can’t have?” I asked and the girl snorted cutely.
“Pretty much,” the girl agreed.
“Briar,” I said, holding out my hand.
“Marci,”

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