The bathroom door opened and Becca walked out. Jameson cringed at the sight of the walking undead. She strolled straight to Paul, smiled a twisted smile, grabbed his face and gave him a forceful kiss square on the lips.

The fact that one of the hottest girls on the planet was kissing him was not enough to help Paul get past the gag reflex.

“Do they sell vomit-flavored tic-tacs now?” Paul asked, recoiling. Becca squinted angrily and slapped him.

“What is this the who can be a bigger prick contest?” Becca asked, looking straight past Paul into Jameson’s shocked eyes.

“What did I do to you, Becca?” Jameson asked.

“You didn’t have to do anything,” Becca answered. “Your face tells the entire story. You’re madly in love with her. And it makes me furious!”

It was Paul’s turn to be shocked. “Wait, Becca. Are you telling me that you were just using me to get to him?“

Becca didn’t even dignify his question with an answer. For the first time in his life, Paul knew how it felt to be used.