Bye-Bye Jerk, Hello Mr. Right by Rosie Steppe

hapter 361

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Lena's face went stone cold. "I've already told you-keep this up, and it's harassment. I'll call the cops."

"Dr. Lane, it's not harassment! I just... I like you. I wanna be with you..."

I cringed so hard I could barely stand it. It reminded me of the guy who sent her flowers signed "Sancho." Was this him? I didn't care he was Sancho now.

"Dr. Lane, I swear, it was love at first sight..." Sancho even raised his hand like he was making some grand, heartfelt vow.

"But she hated you at first sight," I shot back, sliding next to Lena.

Hayden stood up too, looking like he'd be ready to step in if things got any worse.

Sancho glanced at me. "Who are you? I'm talking to Dr. Lane. Could you, like, not?"

If I'd eaten more earlier, I probably would've puked just from his voice.

No way was I letting this go. "Yeah, I like her! It's a pure, sacred

His Nike shirt, Under Armour pants, and, and Skechers

to be decent, but at least own up to who

plain tee and work pants-nothing

know?

here, strutting around in his bootleg

cringe.

phony Rolex Submariner. I almost laughed. "You like Dr. Lane?

L

I couldn't tell if he had no idea what to

he could even try, I jumped in. "Dude, you're the type to cry over a five-cent hike in iced tea, and you think you're gonna win over

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had gathered around us broke into laughter

deep red, and he jabbed a

Sancho by the wrist. The guy's hand dropped instantly, his

outside," Hayden said, his tone leaving zero room for debate. With a firm grip on Sancho's shoulder, he

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himself get dragged out like he'd just lost the ability to speak. But I knew better-Hayden's grip probably hurt so much he couldn't get a word out if he tried.