Clara's POV
"Oh, fuck! Are you sure? Take a good look at her!" Mick pointed at the girl in the trunk.
"I don't need to take a good look at her! She's not Leah!" I yelled at him.
Mick looked around and stared at the girl, then, he looked at me and said hopelessly, "Can't we just... Fuck her instead? I mean, she's got nice boobs."
"Ahhhhh! Mick! I'm fucking done with you! You're fucking useless!" I shouted at Mick.
Mick looked indignant and said, "Hey! I made a lot of effort to get her out of the club! And I did it for you! I made a mistake. So what?! Shit happens! We just have to go with the flow."
"I don't fucking go with the flow! Only fucking losers go with the flow! I want that bitch Leah and she's not here! You deal with the shit because I've had it enough! If you can't fucking get that bitch Leah, I'll get her myself!" I pushed Mick away and walked off.