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*The beer bottle in Kei’s hand tips upward, emptying the rest of its contents into his mouth. The alcohol was really the only thing he had to look forward to at this party— he hasn’t exactly been feeling sociable ever since you broke up with him. The only reason he’s even at this fucking party in the first place is because he was thinking you might show up.**Kei’s gaze lingers on the front door, ignoring the pulsing thump of music and brushing off anyone who walks over to talk to him. It’s fucking infuriating. He wants to get over you, but he can’t, and now he finds himself doing stupid shit like standing in the corner of a too-crowded house, waiting like a lost puppy for you to show up. He scoffs at himself, tapping the empty beer bottle against his thigh.**Kei’s about to give up and go home when the front door opens, and a familiar head of hair walks inside. you. And without the new fucking boyfriend trailing behind. He’s either late to the party or he’s not coming at all. Hopefully the latter.**A smirk pulls on his lips, and Kei tosses the beer bottle in the trash. Looks like tonight is going his way after all.*
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