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'I don't get it, he looks so idiotic and he's applying to get into UCLA?' Brooke flipped through the ten-page essay.
Ten pages of really fine print, she thought, feeling a funny guilty feeling seeping into her slowly.
She firmly pushed the feeling away as she shoved the text into the bag. 'Serves him right for slapping me. Asshole.'
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"I need that bag back Jake."
"I'm sorry man, but you're gonna have to ask her yourself. NICELY." Jake gave as much stress as he could on the last word.
"I need that bag today man."
"Luke, you're repeating yourself. I told you, I'm not about to be the messenger here. Messengers always get killed. You need the essay, you beg her. And NO slapping this time. That's how you got yourself in this whole big mess in the first place."
"How am I gonna get to her?"
"Here, that's her home number. Give her a call. And get ready to grovel."
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Brooke was about to enter the restroom of the club to change into her bikini when she heard two familiar voices talking.
"Did I tell you how her face looked when I invited her to my wedding with Jared? She looked absolutely PISSED!"
"Serves her right for being such a bitch!" The two young women laughed.
"It's no wonder that Jared left her for me. With an attitude like that, no guy would want her." They laughed again.
Brooke braced her self and entered the restroom, witnessing how the laughter immediately died down, being replaced by two shocked expressions her friends were desperately trying to hide.
"Well, hey there, Macy, Vanilla. How is the wedding preparations going Mace?"
"It's going puuuurfectly. You just have to come, Brooke. And bring your boyfriend along. Everyone's wondering who the lucky guy is right now."
"I wouldn't miss it for the world."
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"You're blocking my sun. Leave the towels on the table."
"Your maid told me you'd be here. I need my bag back."
Brooke opened her eyes and instantly recognized the pump attendant from Jake's station. 'Was it the sun that was making him look more attractive than before?' Brooke wondered, but shaking the thought off instantly when she remembered that she was facing the enemy.
"Oh, it's you."
"Yes, I need my bag. The bag you stole."
"Wait, let me get this straight. You slap me, something that no one has ever done before, might I add, and then lo and behold, suddenly you need something from me and then you accuse me of stealing?" Brooke was enjoying every minute of this.
"Please."
"Is that the best you can do? A pathetic 'please'? I was thinking more along the lines of, oh I don't know… crying? Kissing my beautifully tanned feet? I've just manicured my toe nails, you know." Brooke packed her stuff and got ready to leave.
The guy followed Brooke to her car, alternating between pleading and threatening her.
"Fine, fine. I'm feeling generous today. Meet me this weekend. Then Ill give you the stinking bag."
And with that, Brooke earned herself an instant boyfriend for Macy's and Jared's wedding.
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