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with a ton of extra cash like you keep pulling out.”
    “What the hell are you talking about?” She raised an eyebrow.
    “All the money you keep throwing around. What are you, like a stripper or something? No one carries that much freaking cash.”
    She laughed. “Oh my fucking God, you’re ridiculous.” She shook her head. “I work for a temp agency. I get paid weekly and just cashed my check yesterday and spent the last of it on our apartment so now I’m broke.”
    “Oh...maybe I should think about getting a job too,” I mumbled, tucking some of cash into my purse. The rest was for rent.
    “You damn well better. I can’t cover your half of the rent. Maybe B-Rad can get you a job at the pizzeria so he can stare at your ass all day.”
    “Will you cut that shit? There’s nothing going on between us. He’s just flirting because I feed into it. If you want him, you can have him.” Even as the words left my mouth I knew I didn’t mean them. If Mac went after Brad or said she wanted him in the least it would probably lead to an all-out girl fight and the end of our friendship.
    Mac laughed. “Oh God no. That dude’s a bit of a tool. Who the hell calls themselves B-Rad anyway?”
    “Y’all talking about me?” I gasped when Brad appeared in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest and a large grin on his face.
    “So what if we are?” Mac raised an eyebrow, glancing back at him.
    “Didn’t I tell you to wait in the car?” I asked again. This was getting ridiculous.
    He ignored Mac’s question and focused intently on me. “Y’all were taking too long, so I decided to see if you needed any help.”
    “Nope. I’m all packed.” I grabbed my backpack, throwing it over my shoulder. “And I have my rent.” I handed him the stack of twenties.
    He didn’t even count them before stuffing the wad of cash in his pocket. “Cool.”
    Mac sized up my back pack. “That’s it? That’s all you have? Not even a bed or some kind of furniture?”
    I shrugged. “Nope.”
    “Then I guess you’re sleeping on the weird apartment couch,” she mused.
    “The offer for my place stands.” Brad stepped into the room, his eyes drinking me in. Dammit, I almost wanted to take his offer. At least for an hour or two.
    “Back up, Pizza boy. Darcy is mine.” Mac jumped between us.
    “Darcy? Fucking Darcy is here?”
    Shit . That terrible, drunk Boston accent. Dylan was here and somewhere close by.
    He stumbled into the doorway, his Red Socks hat half-cocked and a large amount of stubble on his tan face. I used to find his whole prep school polo shirt and plaid shorts thing kind of adorable, but combine that with a dude that picked his nose and was a very loud drunk and I was over it.
    “Hey, Dyl. I just came to get my stuff. I’m leaving now.” I tried to keep my voice as friendly as possible, but it was hard when he was swaying to the side, his eyes roaming between me and my friends.
    “What the fuck, Darcy? I didn’t think you were serious about leaving.” He stumbled into the room and stopped not even a foot in front of Brad. “And who is this fucker? Do you already have a new boyfriend? This fucking old ass tattooed douche?”
    “Hey, who are you calling old?” Brad cocked an eyebrow.
    I didn’t think Brad looked that old. He told us at some point last night that he was twenty-six and I wasn’t about to let Dyl go and fuck things over for me with Mac or Brad for that matter.
    “Yeah, he is.” I slid next to Brad and he instinctively put his arm around my waist, pulling me close to him. I fit there perfectly, like that was exactly where I belonged. “Do you have a problem with that?”
    “Yeah, yeah I fucking do, Darc. How could you do this to me? You said you loved me!” He plopped down on the bed, staring down at his bare feet. I had no idea where his shoes were and I wasn’t about to ask.
    “Are you seriously crying right now?” Mac mocked, staring at the pathetic dude.
    He snapped his head