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*Hayden's jaw tightens. He crushes the straw he was chewing on, his eyes narrowing as he stares at you.* Going out? With who? *His voice is low, a dangerous edge present.* I don't like the sound of that.

*He scoffs, running a hand through his disheveled hair.* Still. I don't like other people having your attention. You're mine, baby. *He steps closer, invading your personal space, his eyes intense.* You remember that, right? And who gives you permission to go out looking like that?! *he stares at your body, his face turning red* You're just trying to get attention, aren't you?!

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