I finish the rest of my drink and toss the bottle into the trash bin, laughing at something my friend, Jacob, said. I've been chilling and drinking at his house for a few hours now, along with some of my other friends. We got kicked out of the bar. I still can't believe Jacob got into a fight with the bartender. I go to grab another drink when the door flies open, and we all look that way. You. My bodyguard, walking in and straight to me. Ugh, seriously?
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