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Chapter 30 by Crayman Crayman

Do you disrupt or listen in?

Listen In...

A quick listen wouldn't hurt anybody... You stepped towards the door, being sure to be quiet. You pressed your ear against the door and strained to listen over the music down the hallway.

"...me, afterall." You heard Stan talk about something, but you weren't sure what. You did hear the smug tone in his voice though.

"Knowing... won't be that... and Jacob..." Emily responded. You could hear a hint of amused spite in her voice, probably towards Stan.

"Hah! You think..." You frowned, frustrated from the loud music that drowned out Stan's sentence.

"... strippers and ****. It'll be fucking mental." You heard him say as the song ended.

"Shut up Stan, you wouldn't have the slightest idea of what to do with a.... Magazines will only teach you..." You heard the familiar scolding tone from Emily.

"Whatever. Like Mark would let you decide anyway. Come to think of it, how would he react to finding out we're talking anyway?" Stan said.

"I know for a fact that you don't have the balls." Emily said, though you thought she sounded a bit worried.

"Do you want to find out?" You could hear the glee in his voice very clearly... In fact, you heard his whole sentence far too clearly. You realized that it probably meant he was standing near the door. You quickly stepped back and as you heard the door rattle and stepped back into the bathroom to hide.

You couldn't hear from the music down the hallway echoing in the small tiled bathroom, so waited several minutes before leaving and heading back into the loungeroom. You found Emily sitting where you were previously, and walked up to her, offering a drink... Though she already had one by then. She accepted it regardless.

"Are you alright?" You asked, noticing that she was a bit flushed.

"Yes, fine. Actually, could we leave soon?" She asked.

"Yeah sure. Let me go say bye to Nate first." You said. She grabbed your arm to stop you and shook her head.

"You see him every day. There's no need..." She told you. You shrugged.

"Alright, let's go." The two of you headed out the door and left for home.

The Next Day...

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