"Do you remember Andrea?" Finn asked Laiden. Laiden looked up at him.
We are at breakfast with Finn, Lukas, and Aurick. I was bored, because for the past twenty minutes they all had been hooked on talking about girls from their pasts. I slid my finger around my crystal glass's lip. Anything was better than listening to this. It was especially annoying when they would all of a sudden switch to German to talk about something dirty. I could tell it was bad, because of their beautiful humping gestures. These boys.
"How could I forget?" Laiden sighed.
"Which one was that?" Lukas tried to remember.
"The one from Barcelona," Aurick informed him.
"How do you remember that?" Finn questioned.
"Because Laiden stole her from me," Aurick glared.
"It is not my problem she would sneak into my bed
