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throw my hands up, trying to sound mad.
    Did I just say fuck out loud?
    Oh my gosh, what is happening to me?
    “I promise never to do it again… when you’re not looking,” he smirks, and my stomach flutters. “I will make sure you know exactly what I want.” He takes a step up toward me.
    I slide my foot back along the ground to find the next step so I can put some distance between us.
    My heart beats frantically in my chest, but it’s different from anything I’ve ever felt before. I don’t feel nervous or scared. So why is it pounding like it’s trying to escape from my body?
    “You don’t even know me.” I give an uneasy laugh as I take another step backwards. This one landing me face to face with him.
    Damn height difference! You never work in my favor!
    “I know you better than you think.” He steps up again, and I back up again. “You’re an easy read.”
    “This I have to hear.” I shake my head trying to clear him out of my thoughts. 
    “What are you two doing?” I hear a woman’s voice from behind Josh. “Eww, you weren’t going to kiss her were you?”
    His jaw tightens with irritation.
    “You gotta be fucking kidding me,” he mumbles, shaking his head.  “You have a set on you, you know that, Pricilla?” He turns to the girl, and my eyes widen.
    No!
    I lean to the side to peek around him, and he steps in front of me.
    What the hell!
    I bend to the other side, and he adjusts the bags in his hand to block me again.
    What is he doing?
    “Oh relax, I’m not here for you .” She struts up next to him, a leather jacket slung over her shoulder with her finger hooked into the collar. She looks all dressed up, and I imagine she was finally asked on her date since this is similar to the outfit I heard her talking about earlier. Minus the jacket… I don’t remember that.
    “What is with the trash bags?” She gives him a look. “Are these… oh this is priceless! Are these your clothes?” She looks at me before releasing a loud giggle. “Oh my—oh my—I can’t stop laughing.” Her hands lands on his arm and for some reason I want to rip it away. “Aww, Baggage has no proper luggage,” she says giving me a fake pout.
    A feeling like I’ve never felt before overtakes me, and my hands clutch together as rage surges through my veins.
    “What do you want, whore?” one of the twins yells from the steps.
    “Sorry, Baggage… I have to go.” She pats my cheek then walks up the steps.
    Anger rips through me.
    “Would it be a terrible thing to say I want to push her down the steps?” My words come out in a voice I don’t recognize.
    “She has that effect on people,” he says, taking my hand to walk up the steps.
    “I am here for Simon, I have his jacket,” she informs Molly.
    Josh’s hand tightens around mine, pulling me closer to him.
    “The hell you do, you know exactly where his jacket is. Go away!” Molly shouts, shooing the girl away.
    “Hey, prissy bitch, Simon doesn’t want anything to do with you. You were a pawn in a much bigger game. Now your use is gone… it’s time for you to understand that and leave,” Morgan says, walking out of the house with her arms crossed.
    “That’s a lie, he said he had a plan,” she growls at Morgan and Molly.
    “Molly, go lock the back door so the guys don’t come in,” Morgan orders Molly. When Molly is gone Morgan begins to speak again.
    “Yes, he did… and he went through with it.” Morgan steps closer to her. “He did exactly what we had discussed, so I am not the woman you want to mess with,” she says in a low voice.
    Josh tries to move me inside, but I’m frozen in my spot. “Come on, love. This doesn’t concern us,” he whispers.
    I know I should leave, but I think Morgan might need an alibi for this.
    “No, she should know exactly who she lives with.” The girl glares at me.
    She steps back slightly, her sight settling back on Morgan.
    “If she ever finds out, she will hate you, not me,” Pricilla