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Stacy— So Luca called pt 2
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2025-01-02 16:19:44I made it just in time to hear Scott slap Kenny's back and say, "Kenny's an idiot. He accidentally deleted your number and now he's agonizing over it."
"I wouldn't say agonizing," said Kenny.
"He would, he's in agony, because he really likes you. Despite his clumsy fingers, Kenny really is the best. If you're into it, would you mind giving him your number again? I'll save it myself this time," Scott finished.
We all held our breaths for the five seconds it took Marlene to say, "Sure."
"Yes," Kenny yelled, pumping his fists into the air. "I mean that's cool," he said, turning into a plank. "Please don't change your mind."
Coming in with the save once again, Scott said, "He's not cool, but he's cute" and then held out Kenny's phone to Marlene, who took it with a smile.
Kenny saying I was in love with Scott went round and round in my head as I watched this play out, all my anger instantly evaporating. This was the Scott women fell for. Confident, a little goofy, crazy hot and so down to earth you couldn't say no if you wanted to.
I went up to Scott once he was done talking to Marlene and said, "Can we talk?"
"Sure," he said, handing me my drink before taking my other hand in his and leading me away from Kenny and the other women.
I couldn't help sneaking a glance at Jenny while we walked. She did not look happy. Something about the whole situation didn't sit right with me. Had she been trying to antagonize me since the moment she met me? But why would she do that? She didn't even know me.
"You're going, aren't you? To see him?" Scott asked me, his voice resigned and defeated.
"It's a wake, Scott. He's an old friend," I said, unable to tell him the whole painful truth.
"What about the apartment, Stacy? Old friends don't buy you a home," said Scott. "He's an old friend that's trying to fuck you."
"Scott," Jenny screamed from the other side of the bar. "Want to help me get the next round?" she asked, blowing him a kiss.
Scott closed his eyes in frustration.
"Get Kenny to help you, Jenny," Scott yelled back.
And the anger was back.
"So what if he is? You're such a hypocrite. There's certainly one of Luca's gifts that you don't seem to mind one bit," I said, downing my drink in one shot.
"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, following my eyes back to Jenny.
"Nothing," I said, letting go of his hand, mad at myself because apparently Kenny was right.
I had caught feelings. Maybe if I really thought about it, they've always been there. As much as I hated to admit it, even to myself, I couldn't watch Scott hook up with yet another girl that wasn't me, much less my sister.
"Stacy, whatever you think is happening here—" Scott reached under the table to take my hand again, but I pulled back.
"She's drunk. Get her home safe," I said, my voice coming out hoarse.
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