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The sound of fury to unexpectedness, my bat to Billie's stomach. "WHAT THE FUCK!" he shouted at me from the ground clutching his abdomen.
"YOU WANNA WHAT THE FUCK ME!" I shouted. "I AM THE ONE WHO SHOULD BE SAYING WHY THE FUCK! WHY THE FUCK WHERE YOU IN MY BATHROOM!"
"I was looking for the number to get pizza," he said innocently. My mouth opened and closed like a fish, but in rage, no words came out. Groaning, I cradled my head in my hands.
"233-0808"
"Thanks," he said, now on his feet. "By the way, Mike's coming over."
"Who the hell is Mike?"
"You'll see."
And at that moment, right on cue, the doorbell rang. Mike turned out to be the exact opposite of Billie, tall and blond. He paid no notice to me, but instead, looked over my shoulder where Billie was standing. "Hey man! Ready to go?"
I arched a eyebrow. "Where?"
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"A party," This Mike guy answered.
"Yeah, fix yourself up," Billie agreed, staring pointedly at my lounge pants and cami. I rolled my eyes, I'd only know Billie for an hour or so and already knew what his idea of "fixed up" mean. Ten dollar hooker. And no way was I a ten dollar hooker. Nuh uh.
"Who ever said I was going?"
Sorry for the extreme shortness of this, but you all shall be rewarded with a plot thicker than gravy in the next, sooner to come out, one.
