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<li data-xf-list-type="ul"> The nerves were no longer what got to Sonnora, no it was the fact that they had totally lost and now had to pay the consequences, which were basically her fault, for it. But, if Masako hadn't slid laxatives in the gatorade, maybe Sebastian wouldn't have a huge shit stain in his underwear. . How disgusting. That smug look on his face made her roll her eyes, knowing that if he couldn't find a way to control his bladder, she would find a way to exclude him from the bet. <i>Unsanitary to have sex with a guy who's farting constantly. . Unsanitary and not sexy.</i> Yeah, that sounded logical. However, turning her head to see Masako edging away and then running, moving quickly to the edge of the bleachers to see her run off to her car and drive out of the parking lot, Sonnie folded her arms over her chest.<br/>
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<b>"That bitch."</b> <br/>
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Sonnie was at about the point of being ready to smash someone's face in. Yep. Little Sonnie Monroe. Ready to fuck someone's life up. Calmly moving over to the bench that was designated for the cheerleaders, she picked up her phone and carefully dialed the blonde's phone number, sitting down and crossing her legs. Ignoring the teams leaving the field and going to their designated areas, tapping her manicured nails and biting onto her bottom lip softly, <b>"You better pick up this goddamn phone Masako."</b>[/list:u]</li>
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