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“So what are you doing out on a night like this?”

I closed my eyes. “You aren’t going to leave me alone, are you?”

He scoffed. “I mean, I figured you’d be with goody two shoes Allison or some shit like that.”

“I was, until our plans got canceled.”

“Ah, she busy kissing Michael’s booboos?”

I bit down on the inside of my cheek. “If you don't leave, I’m leaving.”

“Have a safe trip home.”

I crossed my arms over my chest, irate at his ability to completely spoil whatever moment of happiness I found for myself. But I wasn’t leaving. I had been here first, and he was the one that wasn’t wanted in this scenario. If he wanted to be rid of me, then he could leave the same way he came. And if he didn’t want to leave, then I’d annoy the hell out of him until he did.

Clint chuckled. “Stubborn, I see.”

I shrugged. “You’re the one making this more difficult than it needs to be.”

“Not really. You don’t want to be around me, then leave.”

“I’m not the one who obliterated the moment with my presence in