What Happens in Vegas

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic

Alex has to deal with the repercussions of a particularly ill-chosen one night stand. Rated for language and some sexuality.


What Happens in Vegas





A sleeping girl with dark black hair stirred in bed in response to the sunlight pouring in through the window of the hotel room.  Screwing her eyes shut even more tightly, she turned her back to the window and seized the pillow, holding it over her head.  “Fuck,” she groaned.  “It’s way too early for this shit.” 

Reluctantly she sat up, yawning and stretching.  The covers fell off her as she did so, exposing her naked form.  

She frowned, blinking her dark blue eyes rapidly.  “Where the hell am I?” she murmured aloud to herself, rubbing her eyes furiously with her fists, hoping that when she opened them again, she’d be back in her apartment in San Diego. 

No good.  She was still in some strange hotel room.  Her clothes were strewn all over the floor, as were someone else’s… some guy’s. 

“Shit,” she cursed, throwing her head back in exasperation.  She tried in vain to call back memories of the night before, but she could not remember a thing.  What had she done?  

Rolling over to the side, she seized the handle of the nightstand drawer and pulled it open.  Inside was a pad of paper, upon which was written, “MGM Grand, Las Vegas, NV.” 

She vaguely remembered Seth convincing her to go to Vegas with him for the weekend.  He had just been dumped by his girlfriend of all of one month, and he needed to blow off some steam, he had said.  She had agreed, since their mutual best friend and her boyfriend, Andy, was out of town, and their other friend Derek was tied up for the weekend, entertaining his parents who were visiting from Georgia.  

Where was Seth now?  Had she ditched him for some one-night stand?  He had to be worried sick by now.  

She stood up and began collecting her clothes, intending to shower, dress, and set out looking for Seth, when suddenly, the bathroom door opened. 

“Shit!” she cursed, startled and dropping her clothes, as she had not realized anyone was in the bathroom.  “Sorry, sorry, I’m sorry.  But I really have to go, I came here with a friend, and I’m sure he’s looking for me-“ 

“Alex, relax,” said a voice, chuckling.  An all too familiar voice.  “It’s me.” 

Alex had begun collecting her dropped clothes again, but she dropped them once more.  She looked up at the speaker, her blue eyes wide.  “Seth?” she gasped, gaping up at him incredulously.  “How the fuck did you get in here?” 

He stood in the doorway of the bathroom, dripping wet, and she guessed he had gotten out of the shower shortly before she had woken up.  He wore nothing, save a towel wrapped around his waist.  Now he smirked at her, his green eyes twinkling.  “Honestly, Alex.  I know you’re at the top of our class and all, but you can be a real dumbass sometimes.” 

She glared at him.  However, her glare faded as she put two and two together.  “Oh my God,” she said, her mouth opening and closing like a fish as she looked at him in horror.  “Oh my God!  Seth- we… we-?” 

“Yeah,” he said, his smirk gone and replaced by an unreadable mask.  “We did.” 

“Fuck!  Fuck!  Shit!  Fucking shit!  Shitting fuck!” she cursed, pacing, having forgotten the fact that she was still completely naked.  “This is bad, Seth, this is really bad!” 

“Don’t you think I know that?” he snapped at her.  “You’re dating Andy, who just happens to be my best friend, who just happens to be planning to propose to you when he gets back from Chicago!” 

She had turned away from him, but now she whirled back around to gape at him once more.  “What?” she blurted out.  “A-Andy’s planning to propose to me?” 

“Oh, fucking hell,” Seth said, banging his head against the doorway.  “I was not supposed to tell you that.” 

“No fucking shit,” she snapped. “We’re so fucked, Seth, sooooo fucking fucked!” 

“No, we’re not,” Seth said, trying to placate her.  “Andy and Derek both know we went to Vegas, but you know, ‘what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.’ They never have to know, Alex.  Especially Andy.” 

“Really?” she asked, looking at him hopefully.  “I mean… I don’t want to lie to Andy.” 

“I think it would be more hurtful to tell him the truth, honestly,” he sighed.  “Besides, you were drunk out of your mind.  Do you even remember anything from last night?” 

She shook her head.  “I can’t remember a single fucking thing.  The last thing I remember is winning two hundred and fifty at the slot machines.” 

“Yeah, I remember you doing that too,” Seth said, feigning great interest in the carpet.  “Anyway, we should probably focus on getting home.  I know we’re supposed to stay another night, but…” 

“It’s probably not such a good idea now,” she finished for him.  “Just let me take a shower and then we’ll get out of here.” 

When she emerged from the shower, she found Seth fully clothed (thankfully) and frowning at his wallet.  “Shit! I’m completely broke,” he told her, looking through his wallet.  “All I have left is my license and my credit card.” 

“I’m sorry, Seth,” she said.  “Do you remember what you spent all your money on?” 

Looking pointedly away from her, he shook his head.  “And, uh, Alex?  Do you remember planning to stay here?” 

She frowned, trying to remember the events of the previous day.  “No,” she said, finally breaking through her hangover.  “No, we were planning to stay at the motel down the street.  We just came here to gamble.  We must’ve booked a room after we got shitfaced.” 

“So… where’s the key then?  You had it.” 

She checked all her clothes, all her pockets, and her purse, but the key was nowhere to be found.  “Fuck!  I don’t know, Seth.  I must’ve lost it sometime last night.” 

“Well, shit, Alex!  This is just fucking great!” he replied testily.  “What the fuck happened last night?” 

Her blue eyes flashed dangerously at him.  “How the fuck am I supposed to know, Seth?  I don’t remember a single goddamn thing!  I wake up, not knowing where the hell I am, not knowing who I fucked last night, and I find out it’s you- my best friend- and that my boyfriend is fucking planning on proposing to me and if he ever finds out about this, he’s never going to talk to either of us again!  And now- you’re fucking pissed at me? For losing a little piece of plastic that the motel desk can replace?  Take a fucking chill pill, Seth.  And blame it on the alcohol.” 



It was a long and awkward drive back to San Diego.  Seth stared determinedly at the road, and Alex scrolled through the songs on her iPod, attempting to tune out her surroundings.  

About an hour out from San Diego, Seth cleared his throat loudly, saying, “Hey, uh… Alex?  Can I ask you something?” 

Reluctantly, she pulled one of her earbuds out and said, “I guess.” 

Seth turned bright red.  “W-was… was I any good?” 

She flashed him a nonplussed look.  “Seth, I am hungover like you wouldn’t believe.  Spell it out for me.” 

“Was I any good?” he repeated, starting to sweat profusely.  “In bed, I mean.” 

“Oh,” she said, beginning to blush as realization dawned on her.  “Seth, I don’t remember a fucking thing from last night.  So I wouldn’t know.”  She shrugged.  “I’m sorry.” 

“That’s okay.  I just wanted to, uh, compare opinions,” he stammered, then returned his attention fully to driving. 

She nodded, then put her earbud back in.  After a long pause, her mouth fell open and she ripped both earbuds out.  “Wait, wait, wait, back it up,” she said.  “I thought we were both shitfaced last night.” 

“Y-yeah, yeah, we were,” Seth said, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. 

“You’re a shitty liar,” she sneered.  “So you were sober?  You remember what happened last night?” 

“I wasn’t totally sober,” he protested, trying to salvage his story.  “I had a couple beers.” 

“So you were tipsy,” she amended.  “But you still remember what happened- you knew what you were doing!” 

“Alex, please just-“ he started, but she cut him off. 

“No,” she interrupted harshly.  “I don’t want to fucking talk to you.  You were sober- you knew just what you were doing.  You fucked your best friend’s girlfriend.  Don’t fucking talk to me, Seth.  Just drive me home.  This is all your fucking fault.” 



The next day, they found themselves trapped together in Derek’s apartment.  He had invited them both over, since his parents had just left town, and neither could refuse because Derek was known to sulk for days when his invitations were rejected.  

“So, how was Vegas, you guys?” Derek asked, setting down two bowls, one containing chips and one containing French onion dip.  “I thought you weren’t supposed to come back until today.” 

“We weren’t,” Seth said sullenly.” 

Alex glared at him malevolently.  “But Vegas was great- wasn’t it, Seth?” The last phrase was spoken through gritted teeth.  “I won two hundred and fifty dollars at the slot machines before getting totally shit-faced.” 

“Awesome,” said Derek appreciatively.  “Did you win any money, Seth?” 

“Nah,” replied Seth, wrinkling his nose.  “Actually, I would say I had a sh-“ 

“-simply splendid time,” Alex interrupted, shooting Seth a look that could kill.  “Right?” 

He merely glared back at her. 

Derek looked from Seth to Alex, then back to Seth, a crease appearing between his eyebrows.  “What’s up with you two?” he asked, looking suspicious. 

“Nothing,” Alex and Seth chorused in reply promptly.  A little too promptly. 

Derek sighed and stood up and began pacing back and forth.  “I know you two are hiding something, because the two of you never act like this unless you’ve been fighting.  And normally, I know you’ve been fighting because you do it in front of Andy and me.  So you’ve been fighting about something secret.  And I want to know what it is.” 

Alex smirked up at him.  “Not a chance, Derek.  What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.” 

“Should I tell Andy about this strange behavior?” Derek said, leaning down in front of her so that their faces were about three inches apart.  “I bet he’ll get to the bottom of it, no doubt.  You know how possessive of a boyfriend he is.”

Alex went pale and Seth bit his lip in an effort to keep himself from talking. 

“You tell me what’s going on right now, and I swear I’ll keep this all to myself,” he continued.  Then, looking satisfied with his blackmail, he plopped down onto the couch between them.  “So.  You want to tell me what happened or not?” 

Alex sighed.  “Fine, you little cocksucker, here’s what happened…” 



“Who the fuck could that be?” 

Alex could have screamed in frustration as a knock sounded at the door of her apartment.  Stumbling across the living room in her high heels and struggling to put in an earring, she finally reached the door and wrenched it open.  A very determined looking Derek stood in the hallway, keeping a firm grasp on Seth’s jacket sleeve.  “What the fuck do you want?” Alex snapped.  “I’ve been trying to get ready for this date with Andy for the past hour and a half.”  And she had a nasty feeling tonight was the night he was planning to propose. 

Without waiting to be invited in, Derek pushed past her and inside the apartment, dragging Seth along with him.  When she reluctantly shut the door after them, Derek finally said forcefully, “You two have to tell Andy.” 

Alex’s blue eyes widened at him incredulously.  “What the hell have you been smoking, Derek?” she hissed angrily, flapping her arms at him like an angry bird.  “You swore that if we told you what happened you would keep your trap shut.” 

“I know, I know!” he snapped back.  “And I have!  And I intend to!  You know I keep my promises.  But I think that… that you two should tell him.  Do you really want to lie to your best friend-“ here he looked at Seth, “-and your potential husband-“ he turned to Alex, who felt as though she were going to be sick, “-for the rest of your lives?  I know Andy has his asshole moments, but I don’t think he would begrudge you forgiveness… at least… not forever.  I mean, you were both shitfaced.  It’s not like you knew what you were doing.  Hell, you don’t even remember a thing!  For all you know, you two just slept naked in the same bed.” 

Seth and Alex exchanged guilty looks.  They hadn’t told him that Seth had only been a little tipsy when they had slept together.  As pissed at him as she was, Alex wanted to spare him the shame.  Besides, she didn’t like to think about it herself.  It made her head spin in a nauseating manner. 

“A girl just knows, Derek,” Alex sighed.  

“Yeah,” Seth said.  “Besides, we’re not telling.  We already agreed.  It would just destroy Andy, and our relationships with him.  It’s not like it meant anything.” 

“Really?” said Derek, looking at each of them critically.  “Is that why you two have been avoiding each other?  Is that why you’ve been stumbling into my apartment completely shit-faced every night, rambling incoherently about Alex and how you miss her, Seth?  Is that why you’ve been putting off your date with Andy, Alex?  You know he’s going to propose to you, and you wish to avoid it, but why?  You’ve been dating for two years, why don’t you want to be engaged?  Was it really nothing?” 

Seth opened his mouth to reply, but just then another knock sounded at the door.  Alex glared reproachfully at Derek before opening the door to reveal Andy smartly dressed in a suit.  “Hey, babe,” he said, leaning toward her to kiss her on the cheek, his brown eyes twinkling.  “You ready to go?”  Spotting Seth and Derek, he frowned slightly at them and said, “What are you two doing here?” 

“Nothing,” Seth replied quickly, before Derek could say anything.  “We were just leaving.  Have fun, you two.”  He promptly dragged Derek out the door before either Andy or Alex could reply. 

Once they were out of earshot, Andy turned to Alex, chuckling, and asked, “What’s up with them?” 

“Oh, nothing,” she replied, putting on a falsely cheery tone.  Then she took his hand in hers and said, “Come on, let’s go.” 



“What do you want?” 

Seth yanked opened his door to reveal Alex dressed in footie pajamas and holding a large silver spoon.  “Uh… hi,” she said simply.  Her hair was tied back in a messy ponytail, making her blush very evident.  “If this is a bad time-“

“No,” he said abruptly, stepping back and holding the door open wider to allow her in.  “No, no, it’s a great time.  Come on in.” 

She smiled hesitantly at him and then made a beeline for his freezer, grabbing a pint of Ben and Jerry’s Half-Baked.  Long ago Alex had decided that she needed a stash of Ben and Jerry’s, for when she was upset, but her Andy, Seth, and Derek quickly intervened, telling her that if she had readily available stash of Ben and Jerry’s, she would just eat it all and get fat.  The solution was simple: Seth’s apartment was closest to hers, therefore, he kept her stash of Ben and Jerry’s. 

“So what’s wrong?” he asked as she settled herself on his leather couch and began spooning the frozen confection into her mouth with gusto. 

“Everything,” she grumbled, through a charming mouthful of ice cream. Once she swallowed, she looked at him with piercing blue eyes and said, “Seth.  You knew what we were doing when we had sex.” 

He sighed and sat down next to her heavily.  After a long moment’s pause, he finally replied, “Yes.  I did.” 

Still looking at him with an unreadable expression on her face, she pressed, “Why did you let it happen then?  You knew I was shit-faced.  You knew I was taken.  You knew what Andy was planning.  Why?”  

He bit his lip.  She didn’t sound mad, as she had on the way home from Vegas.  She merely sounded curious.  But could he risk telling her the truth? 

He finally decided to be completely honest.  Things were already fucked up, what more damage could he do?  He sucked in a shaky breath, and said, “After you won at the slot machines, you found me and said you wanted to get a drink.  So we went to the bar.  We were just having a good time.  I just had a couple beers, but you went all out.  I think you had… five or six shots of vodka?  I don’t really remember, something like that.  And for a woman of your size… you may not be a lightweight, but that was enough to turn your brains to mush. You were tripping over your own feet you were so drunk, so I figured it was time to leave and go back to the motel.  I helped you up, and we were in the lobby when you… you kissed me.  Out of nowhere.  I tried to tell you to stop, to think about Andy, but you just said that you didn’t give a fuck about him and you kissed me again.  My… my feelings for you had been… confused for a while, so it was… it was hard for me to deny you.  We got carried away, and you told me not to bother with going back to the motel.  You said to just book a room at the MGM, because you…”  He looked up at her, bright red, his eyes full of guilt. 

“What did I say?” she asked.  “Seth, I’ve imagined things that I did that night that I’m sure are a thousand times worse than what I said to you then.” 

“Fine,” he relented.  “You said to just book a room there because you needed me in you right then and there.”  Alex turned bright red and quickly stuffed some more ice cream in her mouth.  Seth continued, “So I was somehow able to book a room because someone with a reservation didn’t show.  And then we… yeah.”  He looked sideways at her, then he said, “I didn’t really answer your question very well, did I?  Well… I had just been questioning for a while whether or not you were just a friend to me.  So it was hard for me to turn you away.  I know I should have- I mean, Andy’s supposed to be one of my best friends.  But I just found myself thinking- when the hell has Andy ever made such a huge sacrifice for me?  I do shit for him all the fucking time, I lend him twenty bucks every other week when he needs gas and I have never asked him to pay me back.  But he won’t even give me a ride from here to school.  I know this is way different than that… and I do regret hurting Andy by doing this.  But I don’t regret sleeping with you, Alex.” 

She met his intense gaze and felt her blush returning, full force.  She cleared her throat, saying, “So… your feelings for me?” 

“You are more than a friend to me,” he said.  “I- I love you, Alex.” 

She sat there in stunned silence for a while, before he broke it, laughing and saying, “But don’t worry about that.  Really.  You shouldn’t.  I was stupid.  It took me forever to realize just how much you meant to me.  If I had earlier… well, maybe you’d be engaged to me instead of Andy.  That lucky bastard.” 

“Actually,” she said, coming out of her stunned state, “I’m not engaged to Andy.  At least- not yet.  Hence the ice cream.  Our date ended in a semi-catastrophic manner.” 

“Oh?” he said, looking surprised and arching an eyebrow at her.  He tried to suppress the small seed of hope burgeoning in his chest.  He should not be happy that his best friend’s proposal had failed.  “What happened?” 

“He proposed,” she sighed, returning her attentions to her pint of Ben and Jerry’s.  

“And…?” he urged her on when it seemed that she was content to leave it at that. 

“I told him that I would think about it,” she said finally.  “I just… I don’t want to start our marriage with a lie.  But I also don’t see him forgiving me for this.”  I don’t want to marry a man who can’t forgive a mistake, especially one I made when I was so drunk my brains actually turned to shit. 

“Understandable,” Seth said, nodding.  “But I’m guessing Andy didn’t take that too well?” 

“No,” she replied, sighing heavily once more.  “Especially when I couldn’t give him a reason.  He… he stormed out of the restaurant.  He made a scene, left me alone, and I had to pay the check.” 

Seth grimaced.  “That bastard,” he said, and she chuckled a little.  “Well, I’m sorry, Alex.  I’m sure it’ll all work out.” 

“I hope you’re right.” 

“And if they don’t,” he said, hoping that his joke would make her laugh, “you can always become a prostitute.  You were damn good in bed.  Now I know why Andy always looks so happy after you spend the night at his place.” 

She laughed loudly and did her best to look scandalized.  “Shut up!” she cried, laughing and whacking him with a pillow. 

And for just a moment, all their troubles were forgotten. 



Alex was in her living room, curled up on her recliner and studying for the exam she had on infectious diseases the next day, when someone pounded on her door.  Sighing loudly, she slammed her textbook shut and went to the door.  When she opened it, she was surprised to see Andy standing the hallway, his hands shoved deep into his pant pockets.  He hadn’t talked to her since their semi-catastrophic date a week ago. 

She opened her mouth to greet him, but he cut her off preemptively.  “Alex,” he said briskly.  “I need an answer.” 

“Andy,” she said curtly, slightly taken aback, “I know it’s been a week, but marriage is a big deal.  You know, ‘‘til death do us part’ and all that jazz?  It’s not really something I want to enter lightly.  So while a week may seem like forever to you, it’s really not that long when I’m contemplating whether or not I should marry you.” 

He groaned and forced his way into the apartment past her.  “We’ve been dating for two years,” he said, exasperated.  “Two fucking years, Alex.  And you hesitate when I ask you to marry me?” 

“Marriage is a big decision,” she repeated stubbornly. 

“Yes, I know,” he snapped bitterly.  “’Marriage is a big decision.’ Blah, blah, blah.  I’m not saying we have to go get hitched right now in some sketchy street chapel.  All I’m saying is, after two years of dating, you should know by now whether you want to marry me or not- at least, at some point.” 

She bit her lip.  Honestly, she had no idea how she felt about marrying Andy.  He was mostly a good guy, and there was nothing wrong with them.  They had had a great relationship, and some pretty good sex.  But yet- something was holding her back. 

When she thought of the qualities she wanted in a husband, someone she would spend the rest of her life with, ‘til death do they part, she thought of someone loyal, caring, honest, forgiving, and generous.  Someone with whom she could be truly herself and with whom she could laugh at herself, at him, at the world.  Andy was… some of those things.  But the only man she had ever met with whom she associated all of those qualities was Seth.  He had never betrayed her, he always asked her how she was, he told her the truth, he forgave her wrongs, and he was the most giving soul.  She never felt the need to hide who she was around him.  Why had it taken her this long to see it?

Finally, she shakily told Andy, “I’m sorry, you really are a great guy and there is absolutely nothing wrong with you, but… I don’t think I could marry you.”  She looked at him mournfully.  “I truly am sorry, Andy.” 

He nodded, avoiding her gaze.  “I see.  In… in light of this, I don’t see the point in continuing this relationship.” 

“Understandable,” she agreed.  

“I… I was offered an internship in Dallas,” he told her.  “I was planning on us moving there together… if you said yes.  My flight is in the morning… that’s why I needed an answer tonight.  You’ll say goodbye to Derek and Seth for me?” 

She gaped at him.  “You’re leaving?  B-because of this?  Because of me?” 

He laughed hollowly.  “Don’t flatter yourself, Alex.  You weren’t even a factor in whether or not I would go to Dallas.  I was going whether you said yes or not, whether you liked it or not.  I think… I think it’s advisable that you don’t try to contact me.  Or visit me.  Seth and Derek as well.” 

Her eyes narrowed.  “You’re going to throw away years- twelve years, to be exact- of friendship because of some hurt feelings?  I understand the internship, Andy, but that’s not reason to cut off all ties-“ 

He held up a hand to silence her.  “You can’t possibly understand what I’m thinking or feeling, Alex, unless  you’ve ever been rejected like this before.  So just… do me a favor, and let me move on in peace.  And pass the message along to Seth and Derek.  I don’t need those bastards on my back either.” 

And then in a whirl of anger and unspoken goodbyes, Andy was gone. 



“What are we going to do?” Derek hissed at Seth, standing in the hallway outside of Alex’s bedroom.  “We need to get her out of bed, she has classes. 

“I don’t know,” Seth snapped back, running a hand through his mop of hair.  “This isn’t like her goldfish died or something, okay, Derek?  Try to wrap your head around this- Andy left her.  He abandoned her.  He abandoned all of us, actually.  He’s never coming back.”

Derek shook his head.  “It’s so hard to believe.” 

“I know, man.  Twelve years of friendship just-whoosh- down the toilet.  But it’s got to be harder on her.  They dated for two of those.  We’ve got to do something.  I mean, we can’t just let her rot away in her room.” 

“I can hear you, you know,” Alex called from within the depths of her room.  “I’m upset, not fucking deaf, you assholes.” 

Derek and Seth exchanged grimaces, and Seth opened the door to her bedroom timidly.  “Alex?” he called softly, entering very quietly with Derek on his heels.  “Are you okay?” 

“No, not really,” she admitted.  She was sitting in bed, her back against the wall and hugging her knees to her chest.  Her eyes were very red.  

Both boys sat on the edge of her bed, and the mattress dipped beneath their combined weight.  “Well…” Derek said tentatively, breaking the silence after a few moments.  “What do you want to do?”

Alex looked up at them with an almost mischievous glint in her eyes.  “Are you two up for a little road trip?” 





A sleeping girl with dark black hair stirred in bed in response to the sunlight pouring in through the window of the hotel room.  Screwing her eyes shut even more tightly, she turned her back to the window and seized the pillow, holding it over her head.  “Fuck,” she groaned.  “It’s way too early for this shit.” 

Reluctantly she sat up, yawning and stretching.  The covers fell off her as she did so, exposing her naked form.  

“Good morning, beautiful.” 

Alex rolled over to face Seth, who promptly kissed her.  She moaned softly, tangling her fingers in his dark tresses.  “Good morning to you too,” she remarked, smiling broadly after he finally pulled away.  “I always knew marriage must have its perks.” 

Raising a single dark brow at her, he replied, “I personally thought the entirety of last night was a far bigger perk, but if you insist…” 

She chuckled and slapped him playfully.  At that precise moment, a knock sounded at the door.  “Are you two decent?” called a voice through the door.  It was Derek.  “I know I said was more than happy to be your witness for the wedding and all, but that doesn’t mean I want to see any skin.  Ever.  Okay?  Uh… so can I come in or what?” 

Gesturing to Alex to be quiet, Seth called out, “Um… just give us thirty seconds to finish up, okay, man?” 

They promptly heard the sounds of retching coming from the hallway as they burst into laughter.  When Alex finally regained her composure, she called out, “Just let us get dressed, Derek.” 

As she collected her clothes from the hotel room floor for the second time that month, she had the oddest sense that this was permanent.  She and Seth would last, and Derek would always be their greatest friend.  Because, no matter what they say, what happens in Vegas always come out in the end, one way or another.

Submitted: February 17, 2012

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awwwww. loved it . andys a bitch 2 just end his friendships like tht , a total bitch

Tue, July 3rd, 2012 6:32am

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