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Me:
Tequuuilllaaa!
Decker:
Where are you?
Me:
Like I’d tell you that.
Decker:
Clubhouse?
Me:
No.
Decker:
Are you alone?
Me:
With Bex and Kat.
Decker:
Oh, there’s a brilliant pair. No wonder you’re so fucked up. I’m coming to get you.
Me:
No the fuck you aren’t. Night, Decker.
Decker:
Grace.
A thrill rushes through me. I can practically hear the growl coming through my phone. Next comes a flurry of messages, each angrier than the last.
Decker:
Answer my texts, Grace. I’m getting tired of talking to myself.
Me:
But ignoring you is so much more fun.
Decker:
Keep at it, and you won’t like what I do when I find you.
Me:
Oh yeah? And what might that be?
Decker:
