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

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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.

this go. "Yeah, I like her! It's a pure, sacred kind of love. My feelings are noble!" He actually sounded serious, but he was looking at me like

glanced at him, head to toe. His Nike shirt, Under Armour pants, and, and Skechers sneakers-yeah, all

but at least own up

met Hayden, he was just in a plain tee and work pants-nothing

know?

around in his bootleg brands like he's

cringe.

laughed. "You like Dr. Lane? And what's your qualification? Got

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and closed like a fish out of water. I couldn't tell if he had no idea what to say or just

over a five-cent hike in iced tea, and you think you're gonna win over Dr. Lane? Do yourself a favor-go home, and take a

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small crowd that had gathered around us broke

deep red, and he jabbed a finger at me. "Don't look

Sancho by the wrist. The guy's hand dropped instantly, his expression shifting from anger to straight-up panic as he stared

With a firm grip on Sancho's shoulder, he

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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. Through the glass window,