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Man, girl!" to of felt a stranger's fingertips where they shouldn't belong. Her jaw had dropped and took a few steps backwards, having to deviate herself a bit. "EXCUSE YOU, YOU JUST HIT ME FROM BEHIND!" "Bet'cha thought I was Fred, huh?!" "What're you, one of his creepy fuckboy friends?" Simon's posture is so disoriented that she could clearly notice. His smile was so uncomfortably disturbing to be faced with, it appeared as an ALARMING, SPINE-TINGLING GRIN! Almost like being approached by someone who could pounce on you at any minute, oblivious to all witnesses surrounding them. To avoid making a scene, she decided to not escalate it due to him being inebriated. "You're fucked-up." She states. "My boyfriend will be here any minute, so plea-" "Sweet, is he smashing that ass too!" "DON'T MAKE ME CALL MY MANS OVER HERE!" "He got your back, I see." Simon admired. "Don't have to feel bad about your past neither, with your quasi-celibate ass." That really made this party worth it. Meeting her, getting to know her and keeping the conversation going. It felt like a relief getting her number without asking first. I don't feel like going to other girls neither, I don't feel like I'd vibe with any girl here as well as beautiful, sweet Arletd Valot. But my focus suddenly then shifted, not to any girl but to my boy, Simon. He was plopped down on the floor with people not