Emery [bxb]

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"I feel bad for her," he sighs, grinning. "But that's really annoying."

"Yeah, we had to have a talk about that."

The topic then shifts from recent events in sports, to our favourite Subreddits, to our colleagues in college.

"And then he's like... 'But I can use a calculator on the MCAT, right?'" Emery retells, and we both burst out laughing.

It's a fun night, and we're in good spirits when we finally stumble out of the restaurant because the owner kicked us out.

Back home, my phone is ringing as we walk through the door. I've got ten missed calls, and counting.

"Leave it," I murmur distractedly when Emery walks over to pick up. "It's Maya."

Ugh. I sigh inwardly. Just when you get rid of one bitch, another one starts bothering you.

"You sure you don't wanna pick up?" Emery frowns with concern.

Nope. Just the other day I kissed Emery on the lips as part of a viral trend. Maya was with me, along with some of her friends. She squealed ewww, the other girls echoing her shock. My mood soured instantly and I told her, bitch, it's over. She asked what I'd just called her and I replied: a bitch, and it's over.

"I keep saying. Dicks, not chicks, man."