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Bubbles
Wouldn’t know, actually. Haven’t seen him all day, thank goodness. He was out and just came back about an hour ago, but I haven’t come out of my room since.
Knowing that asshole, he’s probably been out indulging in some extracurricular activities with a random woman, because that’s exactly the sort of thing Weatherby would do while trying to win back his girlfriend.
Penn
Good. And if he bothers you, Ally’s home upstairs. You can always sleep at our place if you need to get out of there. My bed is very comfortable ;)
Bubbles
I’m sure it is, but I’m fine. And I’ll lock my bedroom door tonight just in case.
Penn
That’s my girl.
Bubbles
Ew. Save those lines for when we’re within earshot of my ex.
Penn
Where’s the fun in that?
Bubbles
Goodnight, Playboy.
Penn
Goodnight, Hazel.
Bubbles
Gasp. My real name.
Penn
Sorry, does my girlfriend prefer to be referred to as Princess? Sunshine? Pookie?!
Bubbles
Damn you for making Bubbles sound not-so terrible.
CHAPTER 10
HAZEL
I’m goingto shove Chadwick Weatherby off the balcony of his aunt and uncle's gorgeous apartment. The man is driving me to murder.
Yesterday wasn’t so bad. He was gone all day doing who knows what, and I had the place all to myself—minus the mess he left all over the apartment. He simply flings his clothing anywhere he pleases…who does that?
I was able to get a chunk of writing done on my dissertation without any distractions. Even Penn and his buddies are traveling, so there wasn’t a peep from upstairs.
But today? Chadwick moved Fluffy’s terrarium from the spare bedroom to the living room—stating he couldn’t sleep with her eight eyes staring at him—so I startle each time I walk into the living area of the apartment and see her there. And anytime I leave the sanctuary of my bedroom, he follows me around like a cat who hasn’t been fed all day. Now, to top it all off, he’s on the balcony with his very pretty physical therapist.
Don’t get me wrong, the woman is being nothing but professional, and kudos to her because Chadwick is flirting obnoxiously, obviously trying to make me jealous. Each time I accidentally make eye contact with him through the glass, hesmirks like he’s got me. But my eyes are only watching because he’s embarrassing himself, and despite my murderous urges towards him, I have to admit, it’s the best entertainment I’ve had in months.
