He was way out of line and he knew it. All he had wanted to do was offer her a drink but when he'd seen that guy grab her he'd seen red. "Fuck!" he sa...d aloud. "Max, wait. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it." he walked towards her when she turned. "Really, I am. I don't know what came over me. You've totally screwed with my head." So this is my fault? You're such an idiot." she said angrily.'Oh for fuck sake.' he thought, how could he be getting this so wrong. "No, of course not. Max please." he said. ”I falter. “Wh- What?” Ever since high school, I’ve just assumed Will hated me. Our first interaction wasn’t exactly friendly and we’ve been arguing ever since. The only reason we still hang around each other is because we have too many mutual friends.“I mean we fight, sure,” he shrugs, “But I never hated you.”“Y-you didn’t?” Somehow it never occurred to me that Will’s supposed animosity towards me could just be, you know, how he is.“Shit,” he sighs, “You didn’t seriously think I hated you all. "Well both... no really me," started Paula. "Yeah for me and he didaudition though." And?" said Bridget at the edge of the couch. "Paula, do not tell methat..?" Well yeah... so I'm back with Pietro, and I just texted you the image ofthe prom dress I need grandma to make," said Paula, getting excited. "Youknow it well, it's the low cut Versace I always said would be it if I hadthe chance, and do you believe it... I'm going to a prom. His prom.Bridg... it's incredible!" "Holy shit, Paula! I told. Maybe it was during the two week project where we spent endless hours together breaking down Hamlet, or maybe it was just a build-up throughout the entire year. In the plainest of terms it seems as if I just looked up one day and realized how much I liked her boobs. How to describe them I am not entirely sure, but the words that came to my mind were soft, creamy, and plump. It's not like I don't have enough boobs to share with 3 other people, but hers contrasted mine in ways I found.