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Roma Hills resident, Chloe Blyton (23) has two things going through her mind right now. It’s either that she’s the unluckiest recently-single girl in Betoota, or she’s been betrayed by some piece of shit friends who still love hanging around her ex’s dumbass crowd.
He’s fucking here.
Who knew he’d be here? Surely someone knew?
How fucken hard is it to find out this kind of information?
5 weeks after a nasty break up with relatively emotionally unintelligent boyfriend of nine months, tonight is the night that Chloe was ready to get back out there and dance like she did before her relationship forced to hang out with a crowd of mindless reality TV enthusiasts.
Tonight was meant to be the start of a new phase of her life that meant meeting hot guys not associated with Jasper or his dumb fucking mates. But Jasper’s fucking here.
Given Jasper quite obviously lacks the capacity to be aware of, control, and express his emotions, and handle interpersonal relationships judiciously and empathetically – tonight’s coincidence isn’t as big of a deal for him.
But it is a big deal for Chloe, and she can’t help but feel someone has been withholding crucial information about this so-called ‘sick party’.
As Jasper’s goofy laugh cuts across the party from about ten metres away, every one of her girlfriends are now thinking the same thing, as they look at eachother, Chloe lets them know how fucking disappointed she is in them.
She’s shooting daggers and the culprits are trying to look at their shoes. The first to break eye contact is Ellie. There’s a chink in her armour.
All is confirmed when Jasper’s mate Beau makes a b-line for Ellie in the middle of this stand-off.
“How you been babe? Glad you could make it”
