Chapitre 22: Chapter 22 - Session

*Claire's P.O.V.*

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"What was that?" I asked her as we arrived at the rooftop.

She's not planning on something, isn't she?

"Well, I... uh... I just want them to know that... Uh... You know." She stammered, and she couldn't even complete her sentence.

I just raised an eyebrow at her. Damn, I didn't know that she's so damn possessive, and I find it cute.

"Nathan Jones is a douchebag, Red. And, do you know that he three-timed Ericka, Stacy, and Martha? I know it because the girls are sharing it with me. And clearly, he's hitting on you. Oh, does he know that you're a DJ or something?" She ranted and asked.

I just nodded my head in response

"Ah, heh, he'll never get a chance. I'd kick his face and shove him to the canal and will literally put him in a garbage bag and feed him to the sharks. Doesn't he know that you're off-limits? Everybody knows that. Hah, he better not mess with me." She continued, and I am just laughing at her words.