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His date arches a brow. “Who do you think you are to interrupt our meal like this?”

George smiles at me, unfazed when he should be horrified. “He thinks he’s a big shot just because he’s an athlete.”

Oh, fuck that. He realizes I’m going to tell Shay, right? “Shay deserves better than you,” I say.

Maven grabs my arm and tugs me toward the exit. “Come on, East. Let’s get out of here