CHAPTER 62

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SEBASTIAN

"Bro, look over there."

Trevor slaps my shoulder, bringing my attention—and the attention of Franklin and Chris—to a table behind us at the restaurant we're at—The Cabana on Melrose. The four women sitting there gives us smiles that say, "If you let me, I'll gladly blow you in the back." Don't get me wrong—they're hot. All four of them. But my mind is a little preoccupied on other things.

"You eyeing the redhead?" Franklin asks me. I didn't even realize the girl was a redhead; that's how much I don't care.

"Um...nah, not really. Not my type."

My friends stare at me like I have five heads. Trevor downs his drink and narrows his eyes.

"Hold up, hold up. Four hot chicks are staring our way—four that you know you can score all at once, and you're looking like your dog just died. What's up, man?"

"Nothing's up." Lies. "I've just got a lot