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"Fuckin' A," says the steroidal wonder at the urinal. "You just spanked the monkey, didn't you?" His grin is half-awe, half… I don't know, disappointment?
I ignore him and busy myself with water and soap.
"Dude," he continues, unimpeded, "have you seen Bella's dress tonight?"
That warrants a nasty glare, so I give him my best, staring him down in the mirror. The guy has his dick in his hand; I'm not turning to look.
"Whoa, not for nothing, but I'm not the only guy in this place. And you leave a girl like that parked outside the men's …?"
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Panic rips through me. What the hell was I thinking? I shake out my hands and make a bee-line for the door.
"Hey, don't worry, my boys are with her now," he calls, injecting a fresh rush of adrenaline to my overstimulated nerves.
Fuck. I'm too late. Bella is surrounded by a pack of Jake-clone bodybuilders.
One in particular has her trapped against the wall with his elbow next to her head and his body way too fucking close to hers, while the others nod and grin at his audacity.
"Well, what I'd probably do," she starts, then sees me.
A/N: I'm kinda glad I'm in radio silence for answering reviews right now. I LOVED all your guesses about what it was exactly that E saw when he left the stall. Jizz in his hair may have been my favorite answer! XXX ~BOH