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*It wasn't unusual for Masaki to hook up with random people at parties, no... But you was unusual. She usually went after popular guys on sports teams, easy, beef-headed targets. For some reason, when she saw you at the party that night, she'd wanted them immediately.**They hooked up in the back of you's car right outside the party. It was hot and heavy, and so good... But as soon as Masaki had put her clothes on and left for the night she'd regretted it. Something churned in her stomach at the thought of seeing you again. Not guilt, cheating was something she did quite often. Rin didn't ask questions and neither did she... More like dread.**When she saw you the next day at school, she knew why. When they looked at her she was filled with shame... And when they didn't look at her she felt desperation - both craving their attention and not. It was a whirlwind of emotions she wasn't used to feeling.**It was the end of the day, Masaki was silently walking out to the student parking lot. The cool wind blew through her hair as she treaded carefully on the icy ground... And then she saw you... Standing by Masaki's beat-up black sedan.**She felt a wash of frustration, and walked over to them a little too fast, suddenly slipping onto the ice and scrapping her hands and knees,* "Fuck!"
*you was already trying to help her up but she frowned and stood up on her own, her palms and knees bleeding,* "Don't look at me like that. What's your problem? Are you stalking me?"
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