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2,195,063	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2195078}'	No	2024-10-15 09:54	active	1634	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	Shortly after I signed the papers and started talking about our future, Ryan dropped the bomb that he didn’t want kids. Then, six months later, he told me he’d had a vasectomy a year prior. That was the day my entire world shattered. Five years of my life. Wasted. No marriage proposal on the horizon, definitely no kids. And I refuse to stay in a relationship that isn’t going anywhere. I’m not getting any younger, and I’m not going to let some man steal all of my dreams and my best years. So, I did the only thing I could—I broke up with him and kicked him out of my house. That was three weeks ago. ———————— I stand at the back door of my small house and look at the fenced in yard. When Ryan and I were searching for places to rent in, we’d looked at several apartments, but then my brother recommended this place. I immediately fell in love with it. Ryan hadn’t. But I’d refused to give it up, and so, I’d bought the place myself, without his help. The house is absolutely perfect. With two bedrooms and a rather large kitchen, which is good because I love to cook, the little bungalow is the perfect size for me. Ultimately, the backyard is what sold me, though. The moment I saw it, I imagined a child running around out there. The image had been so vivid; I’d even heard the laughter. Shortly after I signed the papers and started talking about our future, Ryan dropped the bomb that he didn’t want kids. Then, six months later, he told me he’d had a vasectomy a year prior. That was the day my entire world shattered. Five years of my life. Wasted. No marriage proposal on the horizon, definitely no kids. And I refuse to stay in a relationship that isn’t going anywhere. I’m not getting any younger, and I’m not going to let some man steal all of my dreams and my best years. So, I did the only thing I could—I broke up with him and kicked him out of my house. That was three weeks ago. My emotions are still all over the place. Sometimes, at night, when I’m all alone in this house, I miss him so much it physically hurt. Too many nights I cry myself to sleep, or just cry until I give myself a headache, and then I pop some pills and pass out. My beverage collection has dwindled considerably, too. As much as everything still hurts, the urge to call him and beg him to come back, to agree to live without marriage or kids, is getting less and less with each passing day. But some days are worse than others. Today is one of the worse days. The doorbell chimes, startling me from my thoughts. I’m not expecting company tonight, but I’ll be lying if I say I’m not secretly hoping Ryan is here. He hasn’t once bothered to call or come over or even talk to me since I ended the relationship. “Coming!” I go to the door and swing it open. “Oh, hey, Becca. What’re you doing here?” I stop and do a double take. “Why are you so dressed up?” She’s wearing a tight red dress and matching red stilettos. Her makeup is on point, and she looks fantastic. “You’ve been crying again.” Becca walks inside, her heels clicking against the tile floor. “Um, no.” I wipe my cheeks and am happy to see my hands come away dry. I haven’t been sleeping worth trash, though, so I’m sure my eyes are red and puffy. “You didn’t answer my question.” I close the door. “I’m here to take you out.” Becca grins. “Oh no.” I shake my head. Becca’s been trying to get me to go out clubbing since the day I broke up with Ryan, and I keep refusing. I’m not ready to meet anyone new. Not yet. It’s still too soon. “I’m really not in the mood,” I say. “You’ve been saying that for weeks now. It’s time to stop crying over Ryan and get yoursef back up on the horse.” I roll my eyes. “I’m not dressed to go out. Besides, it’s a Tuesday night. You really think anyone decent is going to be out tonight? I highly doubt it.” Becca sighs with frustration. “Listen, you need to get out of this house. I need a wing woman. And we need to celebrate.” “Celebrate what?” I flop down on the couch and tuck my knees to my chest. As soon as I got home from work, I put on a pair of sweatpants and one of Ryan’s T-shirts that he’d left behind. My hair’s in a messy bun on top of my head, and I have no makeup on. I’m in no position—physically or emotionally—to go out. “I got the job!” Becca squeals. I jump off the couch and give my friend a hug. “Oh my god! That’s amazing, Becca. Congratulations!” Becca laughs. “I’m so excited. There’s no way I can stay home tonight.” She pouts and bats her eyelashes in that over exaggerated way she always does. “Please?” I hate when Becca does that. She makes saying no impossible. The fact we’ve been friends since high school doesn’t help, either. With a reluctant sigh, I nod. “All right fine. I’ll go out with you tonight, but promise me we won’t stay long.” “Deal!” Becca shrieks with excitement. “Hurry up and get dressed.” I take about half an hour to get ready, and as I study my reflection in the mirror, I smile. Maybe going out tonight is exactly what I need. Just getting dressed up makes me feel better than I have in days. I leave the bathroom and meet Becca back in the living room. Becca whistles. “Oh girl, you’re a hottie.” I laugh. I opted for my frayed denim skirt and my low-cut black top with sleeves that tie on my shoulders. A pair of black sandals complete my outfit. My clothes are nowhere near as beautiful as Becca’s tight, red dress, but at least I’m comfortable. I grab my purse. “Let’s go before I change my mind.” I playfully shove Becca out the door. We arrive at The Savage Cat, the only night club here, Michigan, and the line to get in is around the block. Lucky for us, I have a fast pass straight to the front of line. The popular dance club is owned by the Savage Bloods Motorcycle Club, of which my brother is the very proud President. I can’t stand that stupid club, or the lifestyle, and I go out of my way to avoid everything involving the Savage Bloods. Unfortunately, when you live in a tiny armpit of a town, you don’t have many choices for entertainment. Becca, however, is fascinated with the Savage Bloods and will do everything she can to hang out with them. She won’t openly admit it to me, but I know she’s hooked up with several of the brothers. She swears she’s never so much as thought about my brother in that way, but I’m not sure I believe that. At a little after ten, the place is already packed, as usual. I push way through the crowd and toward the dance floor. That is why we came here after all. Ryan hates to dance, and even though I always tell him he doesn’t have to get on the dance floor with me, he still refuses to take me anywhere that involves the activity. Memories like those make me grateful that I had the courage to leave him. I really need to learn to hold onto the bad memories and stop dwelling on all the great ones. Dealing with the hurt when I’m angry is so much easier. The music is so loud it rattles the chairs and tables, and the floor is sticky from spilled beverage. But I don’t care. Being out with my best friend, cutting lose, not caring about anything or anyone is freeing. I can’t remember the last time I just had fun like this. Becca grabs my arm and leans forward. “That guy.” Becca points to someone behind me. I turn to see who Becca is pointing at, and I freeze. Leaning against the bar is a man. A very , very muscular, very dangerous looking man. Dark, shoulder length hair. Icy blue eyes. Jeans with a bulging crotch. Black T-shirt that stretches deliciously across his shoulders and chest. My heart races at the sight of him, but more so because he’s staring right at me. But then I notice he’s also wearing a goddman kutte covered with the Savage Bloods insignia. Because of course he’s part of the club. A bottle is pinched between his fingers, and he’s standing there like he owns this place. Cocky arrogance radiates off him, and he clearly owns that. He’s 100 percent pure male. Pure trouble. And one million percent not my type of guy. Yet, I can’t seem to stop staring at him. He’s everything Ryan isn’t, and that excites me in a way I don’t like. I don’t look away, and neither does he. There’s something familiar about him, though, and I narrow my eyes, studying him. Do I know him? That wouldn’t be so far-fetched considering I’ve met everyone in the Savage Bloods at least once before. Still, something nags at the back of my mind. “He’s staring at you,” Becca shouts over the music, jerking me from my thoughts. “You should go talk to him.” “No.” I shake my head. Turning away from his heated stare, I focus on dancing with Becca, but I can feel his gaze on me, feel the way he’s undressing me with his eyes, devouring me. Maybe Becca’s right. Maybe I need to take the plunge and go talk to him. Doing so will certainly get my… I’m not sure I can handle a guy like that. He’s so hard and rough and a tad scary. Not to mention, he’s part of the club, and I swore never to get involved with that life. Just because I’m nursing a broken heart doesn’t mean I need to go catch a raging case of the stupids. And that man could make any woman stupid. I fan my face with my hand, and Becca makes a hand signal that she needs a drink. I nod and follow Becca off the dance floor and toward the bar. Thankfully, when we get there, the uber hot but totally off-limits biker guy is gone. I sigh with relief, prop my arms on the bar, and lean forward, my hips still swaying to the music. “What can I get for ya?” the bartender shouts over the music. “One glass of water and a martini with no olives,” I order, shouting just as loudly. “Hey!” Becca touches my shoulder and then leans close to my ear. “I’m gonna go use the bathroom. Meet you back here.” I nod. The bartender returns and sets the drinks in front of me. “Ten fifty.” I pull out my credit card and handed it to him. “Start a tab.” Becca’s only drinking water tonight because she’s driving—a declaration she made on the drive here because she thinks I need to get drunk and do something I’ll regret in the morning. Then again, that’s how Becca deals with problems. I, on the other hand, prefer to handle things with a tad more emotional maturity. So, I don’t plan to drink too much. I never do when I go out. But still, as the bartender takes the card from my hand, my stomach clenches. Ryan hated when I would start a bar tab. He said it was stupid and not financially responsible. Not that I need to worry about what he thinks anymore, but without him living in the same house with me, my finances are a little tighter than they were last month. A few drinks won’t hurt, though. I push the concerns from my mind and sway my hips to the hypnotic beat. It’s not every day my best friend lands a dream job. Plus, I’m leaving in two days to go spend several weeks at Whispering Creek, my parents’ cabin resort in the Upper Peninsula. I’ll be cut off from Becca and everyone else for close to a month. If that isn’t reason enough to go a little crazy tonight, then what is? Seriously, what is taking Becca so long? I grab the drinks and turn around, intent on meeting Becca near the bathrooms so we can easily spot each other in this crowd. Instead, I slam face first into a wall of hard muscle. Both of the drinks spill, coating my hands, but a majority ends up on the person I ran into. “Oh.” I lift my head, and my heart stops. The man who’d been staring at me now stands in front of me. My face burns with embarrassment. “Uh, yeah, I-I’m sorry.” Some of the liquid splashed up onto his face, too. God, how mortifying! I turn, set the cups on the bar, and grab a handful of napkins, which I then proceed to drop when I spin back around. Real smooth. He shrugs out of his kutte, then strips off his wet shirt, using it to dry his face. The sight of his chest and abs makes my throat go dry. I know I’m staring, but I can’t help myself. Oh, every woman in this place is staring just as intently as I am. As I watch him rub the shirt across his chin, down his throat, and across his pecs, I can feel the lust pooling between my thighs, and I squeeze my legs together to ease the ache in my body . Images of being in his arms—undressed, sweaty, and in the midst of doing things that will get us banned from Heaven forever—dance through my mind. This man is gorgeous. Perfection. A true gift from God. He’s very clearly a bad boy, too, which only adds to his appeal. And he’s nothing like Ryan. I haven’t thought about another man like this in years, not since… My eyes widen, and my heart beats against my ribcage. No. Please, God, no. And then he speaks. “Enjoy the show?” His deep voice rubs against every nerve ending in my body, and my stomach clenches. “Hello, Steven.” My voice is cold and sharp. He blinks in confusion, and then I can see reality hitting him as hard as it hit me a second ago. I cross my arms and glare at him. His jaw drops, but he doesn’t speak. “I see you finally figured out how to stage a successful prison break.” I frown. His lips curl into that much too familiar smile, and my traitorous body reacts in ways I don’t want it to. Then, he laughs, the sound just as deep and masculine and handsome as I remembered. “Good to see you again, Cassandra.” He reaches around me to toss his wet shirt onto the bar, then he slips back into his kutte. The sight of him wearing that reminds me of every single reason why I hate him. Why I swore off the club and everyone involved—including my own brother. He’s the sole reason I got involved with Ryan in the first place, because Ryan’s safe. Practical. Stable. Dependable. “It’s Cassie now,” I say. He raises a brow. “Cassie, huh? I like it.” “I don’t give a word.” I shake my head. “Does my brother know you’re here?” “He’s the reason I’m here. Full pardon. Courtesy of Hothead.” “His name is Harland,” I snap and narrow my eyes, rage boiling in my veins. Honestly, grown men running around calling each other by code names or nicknames or whatever they are is so dumb. How dare my brother help Steven get out of prison and not warn me? Then again, Harland has no idea what happened between me and Steven all those years ago, and if I have my way, he never will. No one will. Not even Becca knows. I take a deep breath, refusing to let Steven get to me anymore than he already has. “Guess that’s one less person on my Christmas list.” I shrug. “Anyway, sorry you invaded my personal space and got all wet.” I smile sweetly and incline my head toward his shirtless chest. He simply stares at me with those eyes that had mesmerized me so much as a teen. They’re so blue, staring at me with an undeniable carnal knowledge. I shiver at the memory of just how much knowledge he has of me and my body. Unable to face him any longer, I crouch down and pick up the napkins I dropped. “Here, I got those.” He lowers himself to my eye level. “Isn’t this beneath you?” I grab a handful of napkins and stand. “Don’t you have groupies back at the club to do this kind of stuff for you?” I slap the napkins onto the bar. “You mean the club cats?” He smirks, and I have the sudden urge to slap that look off his face. “No, I mean the group of strays that follow you guys around in the hopes you’ll toss them a scrap of trash every now and then.” I once again cross my arms, daring him to deny the truth. The club can dress it up anyway they want, but there’s no denying what the club cats are—whores who do the brothers’ bidding and spread their legs with the hope of securing a marriage proposal someday. And I know this because Becca talked to my brother about becoming a club cat. He flat out refused her. Though, to this day, he’s never said why. Steven doesn’t respond, which only enrages me more. I drop my arms to my sides. “Next time you see my brother, tell him to go himself. Courtesy of his baby sister.” I shoulder past Steven, more than ready to find Becca and go home. But Steven grabs my arm, and I freeze.	LEARN_MORE	https://a.weloveread.com/ad/bG92ZXJlYWQvMzI1NDQxLz	Lov001	https://www.facebook.com/100092415384764/	27	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	a.weloveread.com	VIDEO		https://a.weloveread.com/ad/bG92ZXJlYWQvMzI1NDQxLzIwMjQxMDE0MTAyNDE3L3BhZ2U=?adid={{ad.id}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-lga3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462871494_475164318833794_3464778498662000545_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Ivm-6Mzg0r0Q7kNvgFYEGXu&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.xx&_nc_gid=Aomha5mTYpxuJmRx8KRwdVW&oh=00_AYAT3SRN3yid4plVdmKLxV38yFBgA2sKqkLb7JnREe0dGg&oe=67145D5D	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Lov001	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,195,065	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2195094}'	Yes	2024-10-15 09:54	active	1634	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	I fell in love with the hot President of the MC club who saved me when I was at work and harrassed by the guests. The hand on my neck was cutting off my air as he backed away from the pissed off looking bikers. "Let the lady go and we may just let you walk out of here...alive." My vision was starting to blur but I could still make out Axel as he stalked closer to the guy. Air exploded into my lungs as my body was tossed away. Large muscular arms circled my waist, preventing me from slamming to the floor. As I struggled to suck in much needed air I was able to focus on the man holding me. ———————— "Hey Harley...can you take table four?" Marie asked as she passed me in the kitchen. Setting the glasses in the bin to be cleaned I quickly washed my hands and headed back out into the bar area. I have worked at The Scene now for the past six months. I was lucky at finding a job so quickly when I got into town and I honestly loved working for Mac. On the outside he looked like a big, scary bad biker, but he was nothing but a soft marshmallow on the inside. Most of the girls at the strip club were terrified of him, but not me. I found his gruff exterior endearing. The man had a huge protective streak when it came to me, acting more like my father then the pathetic excuse of the one I was born to. I haven't really thought of him much since he was killed and I ran away. Over the years I have had to move a lot, keep under the radar of both the law and the law breakers. In my world, finding yourself having to deal with either never had a good outcome. Fortunately I was lucky and when I turned eighteen I was able to breathe a little bit easier. Mac shot me a wink as I passed the bar and headed past the stage. The place looked to be getting crowded tonight. Table four was one of our larger ones in the back corner behind the stage. It was usually reserved for the Renegades, the local MC that ran the small town and I know that Marie didn't feel very comfortable around them. Growing up around bikers myself, I didn't have a problem with them, as long as they left me alone. With Mac being a member, his bar became a common hang out for the brothers outside of the clubhouse. They got cheap beer andtits shoved in their faces, what more can a guy ask for right? I still wasn't quite sure why Mac even hired me since I refused to take any of my clothes off, but I was a bartender and cocktail waitress when needed. Most nights I was safe behind the bar, but two of the waitress's called in sick with the flu that was going around. So for tonight at least I had to dodge octopus hands and overzealous bikers. Pulling down on the leather vest I skirted around the stage to find table four overflowing with hot bikers. But I had my fill of bikers over the years, especially the earlier ones. All bikers were definitely on my no-no list. I couldn't risk being associated with anyone in that world. It was too dangerous. Just because I couldn't touch didn't mean I couldn't look, I was still a woman who appreciated nice scenery. There was just something about that a man in leather pants, a tight white shirt covered with a leather cut that just did something for me. It downright made my panties drenched. Just goes to show you that you can take the girl out of the MC, but you cannot take the MC out of the girl. Why couldn't I find a nice clean, cut guy who was an accountant? Was that too much to ask? Probably because I would be bored in about two minutes. Even though I found most of the guys at the table attractive, only one filled my dreams each night as I called out his name. Coming in my sleep was new experience for me, but Christ what an experience. Dream ranked up there with watching good porn, even better. Some of the things Axel did to me in dreamland had my body humming for hours after I wokeup. Even now my body tingled like his hands were actually caressing it. Shaking my head I tried to clear my dirty mind as I approached the table. I needed to get my head together. The President of the Renegades had women throwing themselves at him...many he caught. Trust me I was not on his radar. Over the past months the man barely acknowledged me but he would sit at the bar a couple nights a week and listen to me and mostly Mac, chiming in here and there. Even with his brisk attitude towards he paid attention. I swear I could feel the mans eyes on me constantly. I kept telling myself to leave matters alone, I didn't want to open that door. But I couldn't deny that the hot biker certainly revved my engine. "Hey boys...what can I get for you today?" "How about you on that stage showing us what you got darling?" Hawk the VP commented. "Not a chance Hawk...I am way too much woman for this crowd." The table laughed while checking out my assets. And trust me I had plenty. But I kept them covered. For a bartender at a strip club I had little skin showing, but it seemed to work. Skin tight jeans and a leather vest kept me all covered, but accentuated my assets. It didn't really fit into the whole strip club atmosphere, but Mac agreed since my boobs looked amazing he would let it go. "Come on Harley, show us yourtits." Tank yelled from down the table. All the others decided to chime in, wanting to see what I had stuffed into my skin tight leather vest. I found that loved to wear it for two reasons, one they kept the girls contained and I loved the feel of it rubbing against my skin. Dressed, I loved my curves and 38D size boobs, but...yeah my boobs were no longer perky, I don't think they were ever perky but the men still loved them, not like I showed them to any one. "All right enough you bozos. What can I get you, I guess I should say who wants a beer that might be quicker." Eight hands were raised, all except one. Axel sat back in his chair and continued to stare at me, not partaking in the joking around about me taking my clothes off. My chest ached knowing that I couldn't have a man like him. He was just like all the rest. Arrogant, cocky, womanizer...the list is endless. "And for you...whiskey?" Axel has been in here enough for me to know that he was partial to hard liquor than beer. "Yeah darling...whiskey will work." The side of his mouth raised as I nodded to him. The man was seriously gorgeous with just a half smile, he would be downright deadly with a full one. Before I could embarrass myself even more I headed back to fill the order. I loved when he referred to me as darling. I don't know why the endearment got to me every time but it did. Mac had even started to tease me about it. Handing out the drinks most of the men's eyes were focused on Bambi who was currently upside down on the pole. Christ that had to hurt...did she ever get pole burn I wondered? Placing the whisky in front of Axel I found his eyes not on Bambi but...me. "Um...can I get you anything else?" "Yeah darling...you." My butt hit his lap and his lips sealed to mine before I could utter a squeak. His large hands roamed all over as he drank from me. As quickly as it started it was over and I was pushed up right. As I tried to clear my focus Axel didn't seem fazed at all, as Bambi now had his full attention. Pissed and completely aroused I stormed off before I hit him over the head with my tray. The nerve of that man. This confirms every thought that I had...I needed to stay away from Axel Reed. For months the man sits at my bar and does nothing - now my lips still tingles from his sneak attack. As the night went on the crowd seemed to keep steady. And I was able to keep my mind off of the raging hormones towards one certain hot biker. Screw the man for captivating my thoughts. Tips were flowing along with the beer and everyone was behaving for a change. Most men left me alone since the nakedwoman dancing on stage kept their attention. But my luck ran out when I found myself being trapped between two men. Two large men who had wandering hands. "Baby...lets head into the back...I want to fc your titties and then come all over your face." Yeah, so not happening. What is it with men in general, were they so confusing. One brushed me off like I was a fly and now these two swarmed me like I was covered in honey. Thing Two held onto my arms tightly as I managed to break free, pulling my arm out of his strong grip. The club was dark and we were situated back by the wall, hardly visible. I should have known better. "Get off me. You want a lap dance flag one of the girls down." Using more force, I jerked my other arm free as I kneed Thing One in front of me since he was running his fingers along the top of my breasts. His touch sickened me bringing back bad memories. Then I thrust an elbow up into Thing Two. The impact momentarily dislodged me from their trap allowing me the time to escape. Then before I could flee the grip in my hair had my body projecting backwards once again into his deathlike grip. Where was a knife when you needed one. "Wrong movebitch." Pain exploded on my cheek as Thing One hit me and then Thing Two chocked my throat. Tightly...and then squeezed. All my years of training flew right out the window along with my breath. Fear took over. I knew better then to let my guard down. "Now we are going to head back to the back room and you are going..." Thing One suddenly disappeared from my view as he was tossed to the wall by an anger looking Axel. I could no longer see Thing One, only backs of the leather cuts displaying the Renegade patch. Prick deserved what he got. The hand on my neck was cutting off my air as Thing Two backed away from the pissed off looking bikers. "Let the lady go and we may just let you walk out of here...alive." My vision was starting to blur but I could still make out Axel as he stalked closer to the guy. Air exploded into my lungs as my body was tossed away from Thing Two. Large muscular arms circled my waist, preventing me from slamming to the floor. As I struggled to suck in much needed air I was able to focus on the man holding me. Axel. The look on his face confused me but I didn't have time to think about it before my world went black.	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2,195,093	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2195055}'	Yes	2024-10-15 09:54	active	1634	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	"I'm not sure," The prick says. Against my better judgement, I stop and turn around. "About what?" "Which view of you I like better," he says. "The front was outstanding. But turns out the rear is up to the challenge." He looks me up and down, the corner of that mouth still turned upward. "I'm just not sure." His pals laugh, clearly amused by the fact that I'm at a loss for words. Brett holds out a fist to The prick. "Well done, Trevor." Trevor bumps fists with him, but keeps his eyes on me. The prick's name is Trevor. — The prick is blocking the sun. I'm lying on the beach on the last day before the first day of my senior year, trying to darken my skin for one more day before school starts. Given that my father moved me to Sunset Beach at the end of my junior year, all the way across the country from my old home in Virginia, I didn't have much else to do. I don't know a single person in town and I'm already anxious about the first day tomorrow, wondering if anyone will even talk to me or if I'll be forced stare at my phone all day in an attempt to not acknowledge the fact that I'm the new girl in school. But now The prick is blocking my sun. I call him that because he walks like that guy. Chest out, like he owns the beach. He's phenomenal looking and he knows it and he knows the rest of us know it. Everything is easy for him, even walking in the sand. So I already know he's gonna be The prick. "You're new," he says. "To the planet?" I say. "No. I'm not." He smiles and his teeth are snow white against his bronze skin and his sun pecked blonde hair. His jaw could cut stone and his eyes are bluer than the ocean behind him. The surfboard under his arms looks nearly as hard as the ripples in his abs. The prick is smoking hot. "New and funny," he says. "What a combo." He turns over his shoulder. "Brett, we've got a funny one." Brett trudges up sand and plants his board in the sand next to The prick. Brett is almost as good looking. An inch shorter, dark hair, green eyes, a chest like a cutting board. Barbed wire tattooed around each of his biceps. He didn't smile. "Funny chicks are usually pains in my hip." "I like funny chicks," another guy says, coming up on The prick's left. "They usually don't think twice about giving it up." Third Guy is in a tie for second with Brett for best looking. Shoulder length brown hair, broad shoulders, eyes that matched his hair. All three of them are wet, having just come from the ocean and their waves. I'd seen them out on the water, envious of how they moved on their boards. I can surf, the result of summer trips to Florida when I was younger, but I'm not that good. "Where you from, New Girl?" The prick asks. "Not sure it's any of your business," I say. His smile darkens just a fraction. "You're kind of rude." "And you're blocking my sun." He jams his board into the sand, standing it on end. "Just trying to be friendly." "I think you're doing it wrong." Third Guy chuckles. The prick just stares at me. I look around. There are other people on the beach, but not near us. It becomes super clear to me that I'm on my own with the three of them. And I realize I'm uncomfortable. But I can't help myself. "And I think you're a prick," I say to Brett. He laughs, like he's heard that a million times. "I'll show you a prick if you wanna see one, honey." "Not interested," I say. "You will be," he says. "You still haven't answered the question," The prick says. I stare back at him. Jesus, is he good looking. Stop-what-you're-doing-and-fantasize good looking. "I'm aware." "It's not a hard question," he says. "Maybe she wants something hard, though," Third Guy says. I look at him. "Not sure you're up for the job, Champ." Third Guy doesn't like that and shuffles closer in the sand. "How about if we see?" Now, I'm for real uncomfortable. I sit up. I throw my keys and sandals in my bag and stand up. None of them move, eyeing me like I'm dinner. "This has been fun, boys," I say. "But I think I'm going home." The prick finally takes notice of my beat up surfboard next to my towel. He pushes the edge of it with his sand covered toe. "This yours?" "What gave it away?" I ask. He picks it up by the nose, gives it the once over, then lets it fall back to the sand. "It's a prick." "Takes one to know one," I say, picking up my towel and shaking it out. Third Guy and Brett back up, The prick holds his ground. The prick smiles. My stomach flips, then flops, then flips some more. Why does he have to be so good looking? "Happy to teach you how to ride," he says. His pals snicker. "I'm good," I say, picking up my board. "I think I'll have to be the judge of that," The prick says. "Good luck with that." "I don't need luck, honey," he says and tilts his head to the side. Drops of water from the ocean glisten on his perfect chest. "I take what I want when I want it." I pull my shorts on over my bikini bottoms. "No need to cover up the show," Brett says. "You don't have tickets," I say, grabbing my bag and picking up my board. "What a mouth," Third Guy says. "I wonder if it can do other things besides talk." Brett laughs, but The prick just keeps staring at me, trying to melt me with those blue eyes. It's almost working. "It can," I say. "But unfortunately for you, it doesn't go anywhere near prick." Third Guy glowers at me. The corner of The prick's perfect mouth turns upward into something that almost looks like a smile. But there's something about it that feels more threatening than friendly. It's ninety something degrees out but suddenly I'm chilled. I sling the bag over my shoulder. "I wish I could say it's been a pleasure, but I don't like to lie. See you around." I turn to go. "I'm not sure," The prick says. Against my better judgement, I stop and turn around. "About what?" "Which view of you I like better," he says. "The front was outstanding. But turns out the rear is up to the challenge." He looks me up and down, the corner of that mouth still turned upward. "I'm just not sure." His pals laugh, clearly amused by the fact that I'm at a loss for words. Brett holds out a fist to The prick. "Well done, Trevor." Trevor bumps fists with him, but keeps his eyes on me. The prick's name is Trevor. "Presley! Are you about ready?" I'm not ready. It's the next morning and I'm standing in front of the mirror, trying to convince myself that I'm ready for the first day of my senior year at a new high school. I've braided my long brown hair and pulled on the yellow linen tank top and my favorite denim skirt. I spent an extra twenty minutes on my makeup, trying to make sure it looked like I didn't spend an extra twenty minutes on my makeup. Silver sandals on my feet. I look good and if it had been the first day back at my old school, I would've at least felt like I knew what I was doing. I would've been driving to school on my own, stopping at the coffee shop on the way to school, getting my drink, and praying that my last year wouldn't suck as bad as my first three years did. Instead, I am hiding in my room, avoiding my dad's pleas to come out so he can drop me off at his paralegal's house so that woman's daughter can drive me to school. Have I mentioned I've never met this girl? "Presley!" he yells. "We gotta go!" "I'm coming," I say. I sigh, check the mirror one last time, and grab my backpack. I throw it over my shoulder and look at the mirror again. "Please don't let today suck," I say. My father is waiting at the bottom of the stairs. He's wearing a dark navy suit, light blue shirt, and a red tie. His dark hair is flecked with gray and he's good looking for a dad, according to my friends. My mother, however, thought that the lawyer she worked for was better looking, so she left him and moved to Washington. So it's me and my dad and that's okay most of the time. He tries, but he's also busy trying to get his new law practice off the ground. The reason we moved to Sunset Beach from Virginia was because he was able to snag one giant client and it would mean steady work for the next two years. The client lives in Sunset Beach and he wants to be near him for meetings and stuff like that. He pitched it to me as living near the beach and all the fun we'd be able to have, but I knew that any fun that I found would be most likely on my own. But it's still way better than living with my mom. And I'm hoping it'll be different for me here. He looks up at me. "We're going to be late, Pres. Come on." "Sorry," I mumble. "Did you eat?" he asks. "No, I'm fine," I say. "You can grab a granola bar or something." I shake my head. "I'm fine." He smiled. "Senior year. Are you ready?" "Nope." "Come on, it'll be good." "Sure," I say, avoiding his eyes. He sighs and we head to the garage to climb into his green Audi Q5. My dad has money. He just wants more of it. He lost some of it in the divorce, but he's determined to make it all back and then some. We live in a great house six blocks from the ocean now and I don't have to worry about much. Other than having friends my senior of high school. "Claire's daughter said she was happy to take you," he explains as we drive. "I just thought that might be better than showing up alone on the first day." "Okay." We stop at the red light and he looks at me. "You look great." "Thanks." There's an awkward pause. "I know this is all hard, but it'll be okay," he says. "You just have to give it a chance. I know you miss your friends. But did it suck to spend the last two weeks at the beach?" Well, I didn't really have friends to miss, Dad, because I was loner there. "No," I say. "It was good." "Your tan looks good anyway." I don't say anything and the light changes to green. The car lurches forward. "I appreciate you doing all of this, Pres," he says. "You could've made it harder on me, but you didn't. I know it's not the plan you had, but thank you for giving it a chance." I'm not sure I had another choice. Claire's house is five minutes from ours, a cut yellow bungalow with a perfectly cut yard out frond and roses of nearly color beneath the front window. A gleaming white Mini Cooper is idling in the driveway and I can see a shadowed head inside of it. "That's Bridget there," my dad says, pointing at the car. "Claire texted me and said she'd be in her car, waiting." My stomach ties into one gigantic knot. "Okay." My dad puts his hand on my shoulder. "It's gonna be great. It'll feel like you've been here for forever before you know it. I promise." I pick my bag up off the floor. "I know. You're right. I'll see you tonight." "I'll probably be late," he says. "So don't worry about dinner for me." I get out of the car and stare at the Mini idling in the driveway. All kinds of awkward. I close the door, give my dad a half wave, and make the death march over to my ride. I'm not sure what I'm expecting, but Bridget isn't it. I peer in the window of the car and she's looking over at me, smiling. She reaches over and pushes the door open. "Presley?" she says. "I'm Bridget." "Hey," I say. "Nice to meet you." "If you get in now, we've still got time to get coffee on our way," she says. "If you like coffee?" It's like I've been given a lifeline. I slide into the seat. "I would love coffee." She laughs. "I can barely function without it." Bridget is knock out gorgeous. Jet black hair to the middle of her back, a tight red v-necked T-shirt with perfect curves underneath. Denim shorts that show off her long legs. She smells like the roses in her front yard. "I appreciate the ride," I say as we back out. "I know this is weird." "Please," she says, eyeing the mirror. "Can't imagine having to do the first day at Sunset Beach on your own, particularly senior year." She smiles again. "This way I can point you in the right directions so you don't waste your time going in the wrong ones." "That would be awesome." "Don't be offended by this," she says. "Are you a cheerleader?" "Um, no." "Thank Jesus," she says, slapping her palm against the steering wheel. "I mean, you're kinda hot and all put together, so it can be hard to tell." She glances at me. "Rule number one at Sunset is that the cheerleaders suck hip." I laugh. "Isn't that the way it is everywhere?" "Pretty much," she says, nodding. "And I'm just warning you now. You are gonna be fresh meat. prick football players are gonna flock as soon as we hit the lot." "prick football players," I says. "So two things are the same everywhere." She holds up a fist. "Word, girlfriend." I bump her fist with mine and my stomach starts to unclench. As she drives, she fills me in on teachers and classes and other kids and what to expect. She doesn't have to tell me all of this, but I'm relaxing by the second as we go. We pull into the drive thru of a place called Seaside Coffee and she orders two large iced coffees. She might be my soulmate. By the time we get to the school, I'm almost nerve free. She whips the Mini through the parking lot and jerks it to a stop right in front of a painted parking stall. She points to it. "See that? They auction parking spots to seniors at the end of junior year and then you get to paint your spot. This is mine." "That is awesome," I say, looking at the pink and yellow sunset painted over a very blue ocean. "You did that?" "I did that," she says, proudly. "And no one else can put their hip in this spot all year." She pulls into the lot and we get out. The lot is nearly full and clusters of other kids are walking toward the concrete and glass building. "What are you doing tonight?" Bridget asks. "Tonight? Nothing. My dad has to work late." She grips my elbow. "Perfect. There's a back to school night down at The Hump." "The Hump?" "Place down by the beach," she says. "You're coming and I can show you." "I don't know if--" She squeezes my elbow. "You're coming, Presley." She stops walking and looks me right in the eye. "Look, when my mom asked if I could give her boss's daughter a ride because she was new, I thought you might end up being some little troll that didn't speak or, even worse, a cheerleader." She smiled. "But you're not. I know this has to suck, but I can make it suck a little less. So you're coming tonight." She pauses. "Where's your phone?" I pull it from my hip. "Give me your number," she says, whipping hers out. "So I can find you during the day and see how you're doing. And meet me here at twelve for lunch. It's open campus and we'll go get burgers. Cool?" She was taking care of every first day worry I had. I mean, I never went to a single party back in Virginia and now she's invited me to the first one of the year and making sure I'm not solo for lunch. "Yeah, totally. But you don't have to do this." I give her my number. "I'll be okay." "I want to," she says, then recites her number for me. She starts to say something else, but her eyes drift over my shoulder and her smile fades. "Okay. Test number one. Prick football players incoming." I turn around. Three boys, all in blue and white lettermen jackets, all large, all heading our way. The one in the middle has short dark hair, gray eyes, and shoulders like square blocks. They aren't quite as good looking as the boys I'd run into on the beach, but they're close. "Hey Bridge," the dark haired boy asks. "Who's your pal?" "This is Presley," she says. "Presley, these are the pricks." "So unfair and uptight," he says. "She got the d part right. I'm Derek. And this is Evan and this is Pritch." He winks at me. "Where exactly did you come from?" It's right then that I make the decision. At my old school, I would've shut up. I would've been too intimidated to say anything. But I don't have to be the same girl I was there. I can be someone new in Sunset Beach. "Her car?" I say. "Did you not see me get out of it?" I look at Bridget. "Every guy I've met here so far asks the dumbest questions." Bridget busts out laughing. Derek is red-faced and his friends look no less amused. "I'd be nice to me if I were you," he says. "I run this place and I can make or break your life here." "Feels like the only thing you run is your mouth," I say. Bridget links her arm with mine. "See you later, boys." She leads me away from them and leans into me. "You are going to fit in perfectly." I want nothing more than that to be true.	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2,195,103	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2195055}'	Yes	2024-10-15 09:54	active	1634	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	"I'm not sure," The prick says. Against my better judgement, I stop and turn around. "About what?" "Which view of you I like better," he says. "The front was outstanding. But turns out the rear is up to the challenge." He looks me up and down, the corner of that mouth still turned upward. "I'm just not sure." His pals laugh, clearly amused by the fact that I'm at a loss for words. Brett holds out a fist to The prick. "Well done, Trevor." Trevor bumps fists with him, but keeps his eyes on me. The prick's name is Trevor. — The prick is blocking the sun. I'm lying on the beach on the last day before the first day of my senior year, trying to darken my skin for one more day before school starts. Given that my father moved me to Sunset Beach at the end of my junior year, all the way across the country from my old home in Virginia, I didn't have much else to do. I don't know a single person in town and I'm already anxious about the first day tomorrow, wondering if anyone will even talk to me or if I'll be forced stare at my phone all day in an attempt to not acknowledge the fact that I'm the new girl in school. But now The prick is blocking my sun. I call him that because he walks like that guy. Chest out, like he owns the beach. He's phenomenal looking and he knows it and he knows the rest of us know it. Everything is easy for him, even walking in the sand. So I already know he's gonna be The prick. "You're new," he says. "To the planet?" I say. "No. I'm not." He smiles and his teeth are snow white against his bronze skin and his sun pecked blonde hair. His jaw could cut stone and his eyes are bluer than the ocean behind him. The surfboard under his arms looks nearly as hard as the ripples in his abs. The prick is smoking hot. "New and funny," he says. "What a combo." He turns over his shoulder. "Brett, we've got a funny one." Brett trudges up sand and plants his board in the sand next to The prick. Brett is almost as good looking. An inch shorter, dark hair, green eyes, a chest like a cutting board. Barbed wire tattooed around each of his biceps. He didn't smile. "Funny chicks are usually pains in my hip." "I like funny chicks," another guy says, coming up on The prick's left. "They usually don't think twice about giving it up." Third Guy is in a tie for second with Brett for best looking. Shoulder length brown hair, broad shoulders, eyes that matched his hair. All three of them are wet, having just come from the ocean and their waves. I'd seen them out on the water, envious of how they moved on their boards. I can surf, the result of summer trips to Florida when I was younger, but I'm not that good. "Where you from, New Girl?" The prick asks. "Not sure it's any of your business," I say. His smile darkens just a fraction. "You're kind of rude." "And you're blocking my sun." He jams his board into the sand, standing it on end. "Just trying to be friendly." "I think you're doing it wrong." Third Guy chuckles. The prick just stares at me. I look around. There are other people on the beach, but not near us. It becomes super clear to me that I'm on my own with the three of them. And I realize I'm uncomfortable. But I can't help myself. "And I think you're a prick," I say to Brett. He laughs, like he's heard that a million times. "I'll show you a prick if you wanna see one, honey." "Not interested," I say. "You will be," he says. "You still haven't answered the question," The prick says. I stare back at him. Jesus, is he good looking. Stop-what-you're-doing-and-fantasize good looking. "I'm aware." "It's not a hard question," he says. "Maybe she wants something hard, though," Third Guy says. I look at him. "Not sure you're up for the job, Champ." Third Guy doesn't like that and shuffles closer in the sand. "How about if we see?" Now, I'm for real uncomfortable. I sit up. I throw my keys and sandals in my bag and stand up. None of them move, eyeing me like I'm dinner. "This has been fun, boys," I say. "But I think I'm going home." The prick finally takes notice of my beat up surfboard next to my towel. He pushes the edge of it with his sand covered toe. "This yours?" "What gave it away?" I ask. He picks it up by the nose, gives it the once over, then lets it fall back to the sand. "It's a prick." "Takes one to know one," I say, picking up my towel and shaking it out. Third Guy and Brett back up, The prick holds his ground. The prick smiles. My stomach flips, then flops, then flips some more. Why does he have to be so good looking? "Happy to teach you how to ride," he says. His pals snicker. "I'm good," I say, picking up my board. "I think I'll have to be the judge of that," The prick says. "Good luck with that." "I don't need luck, honey," he says and tilts his head to the side. Drops of water from the ocean glisten on his perfect chest. "I take what I want when I want it." I pull my shorts on over my bikini bottoms. "No need to cover up the show," Brett says. "You don't have tickets," I say, grabbing my bag and picking up my board. "What a mouth," Third Guy says. "I wonder if it can do other things besides talk." Brett laughs, but The prick just keeps staring at me, trying to melt me with those blue eyes. It's almost working. "It can," I say. "But unfortunately for you, it doesn't go anywhere near prick." Third Guy glowers at me. The corner of The prick's perfect mouth turns upward into something that almost looks like a smile. But there's something about it that feels more threatening than friendly. It's ninety something degrees out but suddenly I'm chilled. I sling the bag over my shoulder. "I wish I could say it's been a pleasure, but I don't like to lie. See you around." I turn to go. "I'm not sure," The prick says. Against my better judgement, I stop and turn around. "About what?" "Which view of you I like better," he says. "The front was outstanding. But turns out the rear is up to the challenge." He looks me up and down, the corner of that mouth still turned upward. "I'm just not sure." His pals laugh, clearly amused by the fact that I'm at a loss for words. Brett holds out a fist to The prick. "Well done, Trevor." Trevor bumps fists with him, but keeps his eyes on me. The prick's name is Trevor. "Presley! Are you about ready?" I'm not ready. It's the next morning and I'm standing in front of the mirror, trying to convince myself that I'm ready for the first day of my senior year at a new high school. I've braided my long brown hair and pulled on the yellow linen tank top and my favorite denim skirt. I spent an extra twenty minutes on my makeup, trying to make sure it looked like I didn't spend an extra twenty minutes on my makeup. Silver sandals on my feet. I look good and if it had been the first day back at my old school, I would've at least felt like I knew what I was doing. I would've been driving to school on my own, stopping at the coffee shop on the way to school, getting my drink, and praying that my last year wouldn't suck as bad as my first three years did. Instead, I am hiding in my room, avoiding my dad's pleas to come out so he can drop me off at his paralegal's house so that woman's daughter can drive me to school. Have I mentioned I've never met this girl? "Presley!" he yells. "We gotta go!" "I'm coming," I say. I sigh, check the mirror one last time, and grab my backpack. I throw it over my shoulder and look at the mirror again. "Please don't let today suck," I say. My father is waiting at the bottom of the stairs. He's wearing a dark navy suit, light blue shirt, and a red tie. His dark hair is flecked with gray and he's good looking for a dad, according to my friends. My mother, however, thought that the lawyer she worked for was better looking, so she left him and moved to Washington. So it's me and my dad and that's okay most of the time. He tries, but he's also busy trying to get his new law practice off the ground. The reason we moved to Sunset Beach from Virginia was because he was able to snag one giant client and it would mean steady work for the next two years. The client lives in Sunset Beach and he wants to be near him for meetings and stuff like that. He pitched it to me as living near the beach and all the fun we'd be able to have, but I knew that any fun that I found would be most likely on my own. But it's still way better than living with my mom. And I'm hoping it'll be different for me here. He looks up at me. "We're going to be late, Pres. Come on." "Sorry," I mumble. "Did you eat?" he asks. "No, I'm fine," I say. "You can grab a granola bar or something." I shake my head. "I'm fine." He smiled. "Senior year. Are you ready?" "Nope." "Come on, it'll be good." "Sure," I say, avoiding his eyes. He sighs and we head to the garage to climb into his green Audi Q5. My dad has money. He just wants more of it. He lost some of it in the divorce, but he's determined to make it all back and then some. We live in a great house six blocks from the ocean now and I don't have to worry about much. Other than having friends my senior of high school. "Claire's daughter said she was happy to take you," he explains as we drive. "I just thought that might be better than showing up alone on the first day." "Okay." We stop at the red light and he looks at me. "You look great." "Thanks." There's an awkward pause. "I know this is all hard, but it'll be okay," he says. "You just have to give it a chance. I know you miss your friends. But did it suck to spend the last two weeks at the beach?" Well, I didn't really have friends to miss, Dad, because I was loner there. "No," I say. "It was good." "Your tan looks good anyway." I don't say anything and the light changes to green. The car lurches forward. "I appreciate you doing all of this, Pres," he says. "You could've made it harder on me, but you didn't. I know it's not the plan you had, but thank you for giving it a chance." I'm not sure I had another choice. Claire's house is five minutes from ours, a cut yellow bungalow with a perfectly cut yard out frond and roses of nearly color beneath the front window. A gleaming white Mini Cooper is idling in the driveway and I can see a shadowed head inside of it. "That's Bridget there," my dad says, pointing at the car. "Claire texted me and said she'd be in her car, waiting." My stomach ties into one gigantic knot. "Okay." My dad puts his hand on my shoulder. "It's gonna be great. It'll feel like you've been here for forever before you know it. I promise." I pick my bag up off the floor. "I know. You're right. I'll see you tonight." "I'll probably be late," he says. "So don't worry about dinner for me." I get out of the car and stare at the Mini idling in the driveway. All kinds of awkward. I close the door, give my dad a half wave, and make the death march over to my ride. I'm not sure what I'm expecting, but Bridget isn't it. I peer in the window of the car and she's looking over at me, smiling. She reaches over and pushes the door open. "Presley?" she says. "I'm Bridget." "Hey," I say. "Nice to meet you." "If you get in now, we've still got time to get coffee on our way," she says. "If you like coffee?" It's like I've been given a lifeline. I slide into the seat. "I would love coffee." She laughs. "I can barely function without it." Bridget is knock out gorgeous. Jet black hair to the middle of her back, a tight red v-necked T-shirt with perfect curves underneath. Denim shorts that show off her long legs. She smells like the roses in her front yard. "I appreciate the ride," I say as we back out. "I know this is weird." "Please," she says, eyeing the mirror. "Can't imagine having to do the first day at Sunset Beach on your own, particularly senior year." She smiles again. "This way I can point you in the right directions so you don't waste your time going in the wrong ones." "That would be awesome." "Don't be offended by this," she says. "Are you a cheerleader?" "Um, no." "Thank Jesus," she says, slapping her palm against the steering wheel. "I mean, you're kinda hot and all put together, so it can be hard to tell." She glances at me. "Rule number one at Sunset is that the cheerleaders suck hip." I laugh. "Isn't that the way it is everywhere?" "Pretty much," she says, nodding. "And I'm just warning you now. You are gonna be fresh meat. prick football players are gonna flock as soon as we hit the lot." "prick football players," I says. "So two things are the same everywhere." She holds up a fist. "Word, girlfriend." I bump her fist with mine and my stomach starts to unclench. As she drives, she fills me in on teachers and classes and other kids and what to expect. She doesn't have to tell me all of this, but I'm relaxing by the second as we go. We pull into the drive thru of a place called Seaside Coffee and she orders two large iced coffees. She might be my soulmate. By the time we get to the school, I'm almost nerve free. She whips the Mini through the parking lot and jerks it to a stop right in front of a painted parking stall. She points to it. "See that? They auction parking spots to seniors at the end of junior year and then you get to paint your spot. This is mine." "That is awesome," I say, looking at the pink and yellow sunset painted over a very blue ocean. "You did that?" "I did that," she says, proudly. "And no one else can put their hip in this spot all year." She pulls into the lot and we get out. The lot is nearly full and clusters of other kids are walking toward the concrete and glass building. "What are you doing tonight?" Bridget asks. "Tonight? Nothing. My dad has to work late." She grips my elbow. "Perfect. There's a back to school night down at The Hump." "The Hump?" "Place down by the beach," she says. "You're coming and I can show you." "I don't know if--" She squeezes my elbow. "You're coming, Presley." She stops walking and looks me right in the eye. "Look, when my mom asked if I could give her boss's daughter a ride because she was new, I thought you might end up being some little troll that didn't speak or, even worse, a cheerleader." She smiled. "But you're not. I know this has to suck, but I can make it suck a little less. So you're coming tonight." She pauses. "Where's your phone?" I pull it from my hip. "Give me your number," she says, whipping hers out. "So I can find you during the day and see how you're doing. And meet me here at twelve for lunch. It's open campus and we'll go get burgers. Cool?" She was taking care of every first day worry I had. I mean, I never went to a single party back in Virginia and now she's invited me to the first one of the year and making sure I'm not solo for lunch. "Yeah, totally. But you don't have to do this." I give her my number. "I'll be okay." "I want to," she says, then recites her number for me. She starts to say something else, but her eyes drift over my shoulder and her smile fades. "Okay. Test number one. Prick football players incoming." I turn around. Three boys, all in blue and white lettermen jackets, all large, all heading our way. The one in the middle has short dark hair, gray eyes, and shoulders like square blocks. They aren't quite as good looking as the boys I'd run into on the beach, but they're close. "Hey Bridge," the dark haired boy asks. "Who's your pal?" "This is Presley," she says. "Presley, these are the pricks." "So unfair and uptight," he says. "She got the d part right. I'm Derek. And this is Evan and this is Pritch." He winks at me. "Where exactly did you come from?" It's right then that I make the decision. At my old school, I would've shut up. I would've been too intimidated to say anything. But I don't have to be the same girl I was there. I can be someone new in Sunset Beach. "Her car?" I say. "Did you not see me get out of it?" I look at Bridget. "Every guy I've met here so far asks the dumbest questions." Bridget busts out laughing. Derek is red-faced and his friends look no less amused. "I'd be nice to me if I were you," he says. "I run this place and I can make or break your life here." "Feels like the only thing you run is your mouth," I say. Bridget links her arm with mine. "See you later, boys." She leads me away from them and leans into me. "You are going to fit in perfectly." I want nothing more than that to be true.	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2,195,166	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2195200}'	Yes	2024-10-15 09:54	active	1634	To find out, listen to the audioseries 'Super Gene' (FREE for a limited period of time) Click on the link below to download the PocketFM app, now!	Don’t mess with the nerd—he’s packing the Super Gene. 🧬	INSTALL_MOBILE_APP	http://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.r	Blue Sea	https://www.facebook.com/100069599781612/	9,908	1969-12-31 18:00	Install now	play.google.com	VIDEO		http://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.radio.pocketfm	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-lga3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462796322_905459011492571_67839292834973469_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=9mfAe1gwY_kQ7kNvgHPygmU&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AhHu4rMls1Nkh2kWiGnZOnj&oh=00_AYCaBQWZXFrHyyVXHAo4ewjUWWSc_nxf-X67Nace7S93XQ&oe=67144333	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Blue Sea	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,195,175	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2195174}'	No	2024-10-15 09:54	active	1634			VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE	http://instagram.com/dr.andreahutchinson	dr.andreahutchinson	https://www.instagram.com/_u/dr.andreahutchinson	0	1969-12-31 18:00	Visit Instagram Profile	instagram.com	CAROUSEL		http://instagram.com/dr.andreahutchinson	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-lga3-2.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-19/428911911_1323276678337632_7962525198809539580_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s206x206&_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=7fff4e&_nc_ohc=Wre0hIBxXjsQ7kNvgEbUN56&_nc_zt=24&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.cdninstagram.com&oh=00_AYDZxLkOH7bDWJ29p6La1mk9rkWw2hY4dY4nBgLdZkSySg&oe=67145984	IG_ADS_IDENTITY	1	dr.andreahutchinson	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,195,184	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-10-15 09:54	active	1634		What you heard.?🗣️ #music #speakerknockers #trending	VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE	http://instagram.com/crazy4vant	crazy4vant	https://www.instagram.com/_u/crazy4vant	0	1969-12-31 18:00	Visit Instagram profile	instagram.com	VIDEO		http://instagram.com/crazy4vant	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-lga3-2.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-19/461066917_1503581130460855_2715854976024948684_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s206x206&_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=7fff4e&_nc_ohc=3AUYZGXAVJkQ7kNvgEyCBOd&_nc_zt=24&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.cdninstagram.com&oh=00_AYDK8z5CknUQxPq9KD8d3fs-a61ljjl0472t4unT3FlImQ&oe=67144C21	IG_ADS_IDENTITY	1	crazy4vant	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,195,215	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2195211}'	No	2024-10-15 09:54	active	1634	Say Goodbye to Back Pain	Say Goodbye to Sciatica Pain! Get back to living your best life with Dainely's Belt! • Targeted support for a pain-free lower back • Move freely, work comfortably, enjoy family time Ready to ditch the discomfort? Learn more now!	LEARN_MORE	https://dainelylab.com/products/back-belt	Dainely	https://www.facebook.com/61563993748897/	95	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	dainelylab.com	DCO	{{product.description}}	https://dainelylab.com/products/back-belt	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-lga3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462765361_1578525503049468_5439474956386176103_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=RQ1Vv1tQAcMQ7kNvgGx1PtD&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AVfFfCzjvH6C_lMClZXBQLd&oh=00_AYC4d2xMuoT1od2ZquJvpuABEhBJ3K1xpPQRnk2vEmWjdg&oe=6714695B	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Dainely	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,195,225	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2195852}'	No	2024-10-15 09:54	active	1634	COMPREHENSIVE NEUROPATHY EXAM - Covered by your insurance	⚠️ 𝗔𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡: 𝗦𝗨𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠 𝗡𝗨𝗠𝗕𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦, 𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗥 𝗕𝗨𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗘𝗘𝗧 ⚠️ NexMed is a local clinic that helps people that are suffering with numbness, tingling, burning pain, foot pain or balance problems caused by NEUROPATHY! This month we are offering 20 potential patients a comprehensive examination with one of our providers to discuss your symptoms and find out if you would be a good candidate for the program. This is a perfect way for anyone who has neuropathy to learn how they can eliminate the pain and turn back the clock on their condition without drugs or surgery. ✅ Learn why the medications aren’t improving the symptoms ✅ Discover what’s actually causing the pain ✅ Get a plan to actually get relief instead of being told take this medication and there isn't anything else that can be done Find out how thousands of neuropathy sufferers are being helped with an extremely high success rate! Only 20 spots available - Click to Redeem	SIGN_UP	http://fb.me/	NexMed Ormond	https://www.facebook.com/NexMedOrmond/	290	1969-12-31 18:00	Sign Up	fb.me	DCO	Just pay your copay in most instances	http://fb.me/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-lga3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/463115859_1837383803451320_9106026456486611400_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=YSX1C-WPiysQ7kNvgHZSARE&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AYbUQMC2mZSNbXypnR8_tyn&oh=00_AYCl-jWxx1tZwCE-ulSMfGe67UMSI7u2QFHq9y5RE7txXg&oe=671459B3	PERSON_PROFILE	0	NexMed Ormond	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,195,258	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2194836}'	Yes	2024-10-15 09:54	active	1634		‼️Do you live in Dallas?‼️ Are you suffering with… 👉SCIATICA 👉BACK PAIN 👉CAR CRASH 🚗💥🚛 (NO ATTORNEY NEEDED!) 👉HERNIATED DISCS 👉BULGING DISCs or looking for an 👉ALTERNATIVE TO BACK SURGERY Sciatica is a sharp and shooting pain down one or both legs. In many cases it starts in the back and then shoots down one or both legs. Want to know something? There can be many causes of SCIATICA! It can be from a pinched nerve, damaged or bulging disc, a narrowing spinal canal, etc. Saying you have sciatica is much like saying you have a headache. Your headache can be from dehydration, vision strain, trauma, stress, nutrition deficiency, etc. The important thing to realize is that in order to get rid of your sciatica for good, you need a doctor who can localize, diagnose and get to the root cause of your sciatica. For the past 8 years I’ve worked many celebrities, musicians and athletes. What do they all have in common? They travel so much and when they have aches and pains, they come to me because they know I’ll get them out of pain as fast as clinically possible. If you’re dealing with SCIATICA or BACK PAIN or you’ve been hurt in an auto accident or car wreck and are like me and don’t believe in over medication or unnecessary surgeries, I would love to be CHIROPRACTOR! Shoot me a DM if you need help with anything! I’ve got your back got life! 💪🔥 👉DM Me For Your $57 Adjustment DallasCrack.Com 7515 Greenville Ave Dallas, Tx 75231	MESSAGE_PAGE		Dr. Mathew Gutierrez	https://www.facebook.com/drmathewgutierrez/	36,559	1969-12-31 18:00	Send message		VIDEO			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-lga3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/463080252_8594434750604874_7379043350788787266_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=3PrvkTzbViYQ7kNvgHKd6z4&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AberkC6YtLhkti23tE3PkpF&oh=00_AYCrvjyR33aVUkQdkcGkKatJzpI6gOh0gI63Y4Jetkqugw&oe=67145907	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Dr. Mathew Gutierrez	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete

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