You’re now at his place on somewhat of a date. An hour before, your BFF texted you a photo of Bryce at a party with another girl sitting on his lap. You’ve been at his place for half an hour now and you guys haven’t said much to each other. He noticed the growing riff and tried to hold your hand. When you pulled your hand away, he gently grabbed your pinky and pulled it back towards him. “Something’s up. What’s wrong?”
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