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    Drew gave the other a look. “Do you give money to all the people who hang out with you?” he asked. It was probably rude to bring it up but Drew wasn't concerned. He liked bringing it up if only to rib the other. “Just wondering because I never see anyone around here lately and we don't go out anymore.” He tilted his head and mischief colored his features. “You nervous someone else out there is gonna have a bigger wallet than you? Get me to go home with 'em?” Drew tugged the neckline of the guy's shirt. Smoothed it out. It was all in good fun. “When am I gonna get to meet your friends?” This wasn't a dating thing. “Just wanna make sure you have some.” His grin turned smug.

A typical day for post-school Anna involved leaving her internship at about five in the morning, heading home for a two hour nap, heading to a coffee shop early to avoid her parents, drinking coffee and reading to avoid other customers, and going back home after lunch to sleep until a few hours before work to avoid all of her worried friends. It had just become easier that way. She got work done, read some sweet poetry, and kept herself distracted enough to function like a regular human being. Mostly, she just wanted to sleep, drink, smoke, and get her work done, but the middle two options allowed too much time for her to just sit about and think about how miserable things had gotten. So, seven in the morning had come and gone, and the young former-Hufflepuff was still sitting in the coffee shop, second cup of coffee going cold as she reread the same poetry book for the third time. Hearing footsteps nearby, she ignored it, assuming it was just another customer looking for a seat. However, to her dismay, she felt a looming presence by her table. Sighing, she looked up, only to see a familiar face she’d been recently avoiding. “Oh...”

James had been struggling to stay awake all day during class, but that didn’t bother him nearly as much as the knot in his stomach that told him how much of a dumbass he was. He had sex with Emma Chevalier last night, and while he knew a lot of guys would probably pat him on the back for it, he definitely wasn’t feeling it. He had made a rash decision, just wanting it gone so he didn’t have to carry that around with him anymore, only to find that guilt and regret ate at him like flesh eating slugs. He was sitting alone for once outside after dinner just as the sun was going down, rubbing his face after he took a seat along the hill, and of course, someone came up behind him.