"Isn't this what you wanted, Annabelle?" asked Hayden. "I know how you feel about me, so I'll grant your wish, alright?"Hayden stumbled toward me. He was a little drunk.Whitney supported him as his steps were unsteady. "You're drunk, Hays."Hayden wildly waved her off, but in the end he still put his arm on her shoulders. "I really… have always liked you.""Alright, I understand," Whitney said softly and comfortingly. Then, she turned to glance meaningfully at me.Florence was dumbfounded. "No way. What does Hayden mean by that? He walked toward you, but then allowed himself to be carried away by Whitney. Who exactly does he like?""Probably Whitney," I said while biting my lip.Hayden was now leaning heavily against Whitney, and there was barely any distance between his lips and her neck."That tickles, Hays," Whitney said with a shy smile."If there's nothing else, Annabelle, then let's call it a day. Hays is drunk, so I have to bring him back to my place to rest," said Wh
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