She looked up at him, her eyes still filled with scorn, "Don't you feel any guilt toward Vanessa? She's been waiting for you for three whole years." Theodore leaned in close and exhaled smoke right onto her fair complexion, watching as she coughed violently. He smirked with satisfaction, saying, "She'll understand." Damn it!

Phoebe rarely swore, but Theodore's actions tonight had her breaking all her rules. She wiped away the tears brought on by the choking and coughing, stood up leaning against the wall, and through gritted teeth spat out, "You two are a perfect match; you're nothing but a pair of lowlifes!"

With those final words, she pushed past him and locked herself in the bathroom.@@novelbin@@

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