The Chance We Gave Ourselves

"D*mn! I never thought that I'll get to date Patricia," Mago expressed when we entered the dressing room for men, "she is so d*mn hot, dude! And the butt," he tried to gesture as if he was holding Patricia's butt in his hands, "oooh fvck! She is the epitome of seduction, and I can't wait to see her grind on top of me."

I tried to ignore him, but I could not take his last line for granted. I pushed him to the wall and clenched his collar. "Don't you dare disrespect Patricia that!"

"Hey! Take it easy, dude," Angelo tried to calm me down.

"D*mn it, dude! I thought you didn't like Patricia. Why are you acting like a protective boyfriend?" Mago said, "You have your own date, Stuart. I don't care what you would do with her, but take my word, bro! I wouldn't force myself on Patricia unless she wanted me to give her what you've been trying to deprive her."

I do not know what to say, but all I know is I dislike what is happening now. Mago is known for being a man whore, and he likes to brag ab