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Meeting A Friend (Book 2) (Page 194)

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~~~(POV: Scott Autumn)~~~

~~~(Location: Private Lounge, Los Angeles)~~~

~~~(Time: 5:58 PM)~~~

The door to the private lounge opens, and that's when I see the face of a woman I'd call a friend. Her name is Brittney. But I call her Bree. We've known each other since my sophomore year of high school. And she was my date to prom two years in a row.

It didn't take us long to bond over the fact we're into the same types of games. Most people are these days, but Bree and I have specific tastes. There are games for all kinds of genres. We're the type to enjoy an unrealistic amount of sci-fi one day and fantasy the next.

"Well, well. If it isn't the heartbreaker himself. I was wondering when the next time you'd call me. It's been almost three months since we last talked, jackass."

She walks over and sits down right next to me. Slapping me on the shoulder as she does. There are a few times in our past that we were... More than friends but less than lovers...

The heartbreaker brand she soooo generously gave me is because I was the one to chicken out each time our physical flings started to get serious. But in the end, we'd always find a way back to each other.

Like friends do.

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that. Things have been pretty crazy with The Aeternus Universe that I haven't had much time to really be thinking about anything else. Let alone be in contact with you."

She rolls her eyes in annoyance and turns her attention to the bottle of whiskey on the table. Taking the glass next to it and pouring herself one.

She gulps it down faster than I can even think to ask her not to. I look at her with concern. That's not a reaction she wants.

Bree has always been... Volatile when it comes to things she cares about. Myself included. I soon find her index finger pointing to the middle of my face.

"How am I supposed to deal with you without some alcohol in me, huh? You're a troublemaker, Scott. I've learned that from the stings of rejection."

Ouch.

It's not like they didn't hurt me, either. Leaving the way I did. Looking back on it, I was a real asshole. But hey, it's not like we had sex. It was kissing and hugging.

"Then you'll probably want another glass, Bree. I need a favor."

Bree is not amused.

~~~(POV: Bree Wilkov)~~~

~~~(Location: Driving Home, Los Angeles)~~~

"The fucking nerve of that son of a bitch!"

I can't help letting out my anger at the events that have occurred today. My fist slams into the wheel, and my horn goes off multiple times.

When Scott called me up, I was hoping it was to tell me it was to give us a shot at having a real relationship.

Hey, I know it was a long shot. But a girl can hope.

Instead, he wants me to leak a rumor among the player base. Using my connections and information network. I don't know what he's doing, but his request is easy enough. A breath enters me, and I calm down.

Scott has been very special to me and will always be special to me. My first friend in high school that wasn't a chick. We experimented with everything except for drugs and sex.

No matter how many times I came onto him, he'd always find a way to weasel out of it. For a long time, I thought he might not be into girls. However, we were at a party together one night, and he couldn't take his eyes off a girl.

She had one of the most incredible asses I've ever seen. So I don't really blame him.

Guess he was just never into me.

Which doesn't make sense, considering I'm a fucking smoke show myself!!!

There's that anger again!!!

~~~(POV: Jessica Autumn)~~~

~~~(Location: Home, Los Angeles)~~~

~~~(Time: 8:24 PM)~~~

The bed rocks slightly, and a familiar form wraps around me from behind.

"Were you able to get help..."

The words leave me in a whisper. His defined form presses into my body, and I feel secure.

"Yeah..."

There is a moment of silence. Afterward, I turn in his arms and run my hands through his hair. Locking my lips with his. Only pulling apart for air.