A/N: I'M CANCELLING THIS STORY! 

LMAO April fools

"Buenos dias, mija." Mariposa Velazquez smiled largely as her daughter descended from the stairs early that Friday morning in her uniform. 

"Hola." Alaska murmured simply in response, resisting the urge to roll her eyes at her. 

Mariposa ignored the slight coldness and walked towards her to give her a small kiss on her cheek, which she did . . . much to her daughter's discontent. 

"Would you like some breakfast?"she asked with a beam. 

"I'm not hungry." 

"Oh . . . well I can cut up some fruits for you if you'd like. Some strawberries and mangos-"

She was about to deny the request again, but it wasn't until she was going to attempt to walk away that she noticed Alejandro was sitting at the table, giving her the look she knew all too well. This time she did roll her eyes, but at him.

"Vale, gracias." 

The small agreement alone was more than enough to make their mother smile again trying to hide the disbelief on her face. 

Alaska went to go and join her brother at the table who was looking at her, with a stupid smile on his face.

"So is anything going on at school today?" Their mother asked from her spot at the dining table as she began to slice a mango.

"Nothing; well, nothing worth talking about anyway." Ale replied, with his mouth wide open full of Frosties. Alaska winced.

"Aye, don't talk with your mouth full, por favor." 

He stuck his tongue out and gave her the middle finger in response, which she likewise returned.

"Really? Nothing? This year is going quite slow in terms of events, am I right? Last year, my God there were many things going on." She added, going on to the strawberries.

"It's only the start of the year."

"Si pero, I expected it to be busier, no? Parties and what not." 

"Well there is one party going on, I might go actually."

"Yeah? Who's? Do I know the parents?" Mariposa looked up for a brief second to face her son.

"No, definitely not. It's a house party by one of the new students."

Now this peaked Alaska's interest.

"Which one? Definitely not Nadia."

"No, no, claro que si, not Nadia. Samuel."

Alaska raised her eyebrows in a little bit of surprise. She would've thought that if any of them, it would be Christian since he was so loud and outgoing. But then again, she didn't really know Samuel. 

"Interesting."

"Yeah, I guess. He sent out invitations through text yesterday." 

That makes sense, she didn't get any kind of text whatsoever. But then again, no one except the people who needed to, had her number.

She simply nodded her head, and just then her mother slid the bowl of cut fruits in her direction over her  the rough oak dining table. She nodded with thanks and looked at the slightly funny looking chopped up fruit next to her. When she said her mum couldn't cook, she meant that lady could not cook. But she tried, and it was the effort that Alejandro found nice, but Alaska, was never going to fall for it. She took a bite out of the slightly botched mango chunk anyway.

"Mija, will you be going to the party too?" Mariposa asked.

"Oh God no." She replied almost instantly. And she meant it too. That party would never see her.

Alejandro smiled mischievously at the challenge, realising that under his watch, that party was going to see her.

-

Nadia walked down the hallway with all but one goal intended. 

To get Alaska to talk to her. After the fiasco that commenced between Ander and Guzman in the hallway, the blonde had been avoiding Nadia for days and she didn't even know why. When she asked her twin, he simply said that it was nothing and that she should keep trying, but Nadia knew . . . she knew that it wasn't 'nothing' and that whatever had transpired between Ander, Guzman, and her, was taking a huge toll on her. But today would not be the same as other days. Nadia's eyes scoured the hallway, deeply inhaling when she saw the blonde sipping on her juice box near Guzman. Nadia began to dread more and more as she slowly walked towards the pair. As she approached, Alaska noticed her and her smile slowly, very slowly, began to fall from her face. 

"Hi Alaska, do you have a second?"

Upon noticing the curly haired girl, Alaska was thinking quickly of excuses as to why she didn't have a second. But what she noticed even quicker was the look of malice Guzman gave Nadia and the same one that she returned. Her eyebrows furrowed.

Did Guzman still strongly dislike the scholarship students?

"What about, Nadia?" Alaska asked quietly, the apple/elderflower flavour of the juice box beginning to feel more and more like whole apples down her throat than juice. Nadia broke her stare down with Guzman.

"It's important; about the other day." Nadia replied. 

She couldn't deny that she had been avoiding Nadia like the plague, but she couldn't help it either. She simply no longer felt comfortable being around new people as much as she hated to say it. 

"I'll look for you later, baby." Guzman said, leaning off the wall to give her a small peck, before walking away. 

Nadia moved to stand beside her and adjusted her bag strap, feeling nervous.

"I know you've been avoiding me, and I don't really know what I've done. But if it was anything that I did to offend you, then I need to apologi-"

"Nadia," the blonde stopped her suddenly, feeling the guilt beginning to crack through her rigid exterior, "Nadia, I promise you that you don't need to apologise for anything. I promise you." 

"But something has changed, and don't tell me nothing has because I can tell." Nadia leaned forward.

"Nadia, por favor-"

"I really am sorry, Ala-"

"Nadia!" Alaska interrupted.

The two stared at one another for a few seconds.

"Nadia, the one who needs to apologise is me.  Lo siento, Nadia. My behaviour for the past few days has been unfair, and I hope you can forgive me. You did nothing wrong."

"There's nothing to forgive, don't worry about it." Nadia smiled, and Alaska returned it. 

The two knew what was coming next, Alaska inched just a little bit closer, when Nadia did. And from a distance, Alejandro smiled as the two shyly embraced each other in a hug. Alejandro smiled wider as he saw them pull apart and beam at one another. Then, he knew they were back on. 

The atmosphere was live on all sides, because on the other side of the hallway next to them, Ander and Guzman had just patched things up as well. 

"If you want, we can get kebabs and see a movie, like old times." Guzman smiled as he made up with his friend.

Ander nodded, and chuckled.

"I'd like that, but I'm still grounded because of you." He joked.

"Your father listens to men, like we're brothers." Guzman laughed.

"We are brothers." Ander responded, slapping his palm in Guzman's.

The pair began to walk together, until Ander stopped suddenly.  When Guzman turned to look at him, he realised that he was frozen and staring at Alaska who appeared to be laughing with Nadia and Alejandro. He didn't even feel sad or guilty. He just felt ashamed. Ander knew he shouldn't have blown up on her the way he did a few days before.  Neither should he have blown up on Alejandro either. The bell rang right then.

"Look, it's time for class, you can talk to them later, okay?" Guzman said, tapping his shoulder. 

Ander took a minute before nodding slowly when he realised it was indeed time for classes to commence. 

-

"Ala, querida!" 

Alaska winced at the familiar annoying voice that riled her up whenever she heard it. 

She turned around to face Lu.

"Querida. We're running out of time for this project so we need to get going, A.S.A.P."

The blonde could not be bothered to hide her discontent as she crossed her arms and tilted her head at Lu.

"And how the fuck do you propose we solve that problem, Lu."

"Now, now. Relax, the attitude is not necessary. How about we meet up today after school. I'll come over."

"I don't want you anywhere in my house."

"Well! You're going to have to deal with it, aren't you? I'll see you at five." 

The P.E teacher blew his whistle, signalling that the dive should commence. Lu winked at her, and dived in the pool, along with everyone else. 

Alaska, she was raging yet again. She stood rigid on the plank, feeling her head start to hurt from how deeply she stared in anger at Lu's figure swimming off. 

"Alaska, are you going in?" The coach shouted from the sidelines; this seemed to break the blonde out of her trance. 

She turned around, and stepped off the plank, ripping the swimming cap of her head and storming out of the Pool area. 

All Nadia could hear as she neared the changing rooms was the bashing of metal. Heavy breathing, clattering metal, and .  . . counting?

After she noticed how quickly Alaska had stormed out of the dressing room, her stomach began to turn. All that was running through her mind was the fact that Lu had winked at her before diving into the pool, which seemed to provoke her caused her to run out. Based on her reaction, Nadia knew that without a doubt, Lu had told her about her and Guzman. This made Nadia nervous.

Did Lu tell Alaska about how she knew all along?

Was Alaska going to be angry with her too?

Either way, Nadia was dreading nearing the changing room. 

"Alaska?" the unhinged blonde didn't even turn around as she stood solid and stiff, facing the ceiling with her eyes tight shut with her hands tightly in her hair.

"Alaska, are you okay? I'm so-"

"Nadia, please give me a second okay?" Alaska let out.

"Let me explain."

The blonde furrowed her eyebrows.

"Explain?" she asked, confused, spinning around to face her friend.

The two stared at each other, waiting to see who would talk first. Nadia did.

"Si . . ." Nadia tilted her head.

Alaska blinked.

"What do you have to explain? Lu's a bitch and you definitely have nothing to do with that."

"I-I, I didn't mean explain."

Alaska blinked.

"Nadia, what? You're not making any sense."

"I meant that, y-you said I should give you a second so I wanted to say let me explain .  .  . the reason why I'm here, that's all."

"Oh." Alaska nodded slowly, still not fully understanding what Nadia was trying to say, but she somewhat got the gist of it.

"You said that Lu was annoying you?"

Alaska sighed.

"Yes, that girl. She just provokes me so much, and she knows I won't do anything about it because of her and Guzman."

"Her and Guzman? You know?" Nadia responded with wide eyes the size of saucers.

"Of course. They would never try to hide it." Alaska shrugged.

"Does Guzman know that you know?" Nadia treaded slowly again.

"Nadia, yes." Alaska shut her eyes again, feeling a headache come on.

"And . . .  you're okay with it?"

"I would never force Guzman to stop being best friends with Lu just because I don't like her. I could never do that." Alaska replied, going to take a seat on the bench.

Nadia let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding and realised soon enough that all this was simply a false alarm. She went to take the seat beside her friend.

"You haven't asked for my opinion on this, but if you did ask me, you know what I would say?" Nadia asked, pointing at the bent locker, "never let any person, not even your worst enemy, make you so angry to the point where you're that upset. It pleases them."

Alaska shook her head in her palms, still not looking up.

"Nadia, with all due respect, you have no idea what I've been through with these people. And Lu-"

"It doesn't matter. Lu is the past and you're not trying to be stuck in the past, are you?" 

Alaska remained quiet, and then she chuckled. 

"Stop hanging out with Ale, you're beginning to talk like him and I don't like it." 

The two girls smiled at each other for the second time that day knowing that they were going to be alright. 

From behind the changing room wall, tears lingered and threatened to leak out from Marina Nunier's eyes as she realised that Nadia had beat her in the race to get to Alaska. And in that moment, she realised that there were two ways to go. Try harder to gain the girl's friendship back, or let it go and acknowledge that she'd possibly lost her forever. 

-

"Oye, Compa!" Alejandro heard a familiar voice ask from ahead of him. He looked up to see the active energy that was Christian.

"Are you talking to me?" he asked, quickly cringing after at how snarky it had came out.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it like that."

Christian waved his hands.

"I know you didn't. Listen," he started, "you're Loski's brother, no? And possibly the only person in this school I haven't properly introduced myself to yet, and we've been here for weeks. Hola, soy Christian Valera." he rambled and stuck his hand out for a handshake.

"Alejandro Velazquez." he chuckled, and shook his hand.

"Bien. Now that we're acquainted, if you haven't already heard, my buddy Samuel is having a party on Saturday night and I think you should come."

"I was thinking of coming, and bringing my sister too."

Christian scoffed. "I was just telling Loski about the party in the last class and she looked me in my eyes and laughed in my face." He gestured to his face, making Alejandro chuckle again.

"Parties aren't her thing, but I'll convince her. Don't worry about it." 

"You better! It's going to be the perfect Saturday so I want to see both of you there. Who knows? Maybe if I get you drunk enough, we could find you a girl." Christian used his elbow to nudge his arm while winking. 

"I don't drink, and how do you know I don't have a girl already?"

"Tienes?" Christian said as his grin disappeared.

"No, but I'm interested in someone." he smiled slightly, feeling pity for himself just admitting it.

"Perfecto! I'll help you get her then."

"It's not that simple." Ale replied.

"Compa; nada, absolutamente nada, es imposible para mí."

-

Lucrecia was many things, but patient wasn't one of them. As Carla smirked and made her way to the chair on Lu's dining room table, Lu followed closely behind frowning because Carla wouldn't tell her what was up with her and Polo, much to her annoyance because she lived for any word on the block.

"Come on, Lu. Don't be like that." Carla smiled knowingly.

"Y por que? Carla we are best friends and you need to tell me what's going on with you and Polito so I can stab him if necessary.  (A/N:😏)

"It's nothing that he's . . . done per se, it's complicated." She replied, sipping her drink.

"Fine, sort it out by the weekend and how about we go on Monday? Can Polo make it?"

"You ask him, he's not talking to me."

"Oh. Wasn't it you who wasn't talking to him?"

"Same thing? What exactly happened between the two you, Carla? Tell me."

Carla sighed. 

"Lu, I will tell you what happened-" Carla was interrupted as Lu squealed, "But! But . . . I need something from you in return, and you have to promise you'll come through."

"I always do, querida. Now come on! Talk to me."

"Polo wanted me to sleep with Christian while he watched. And Christian didn't find out until a few days ago and he became upset. And Polo is upset now too because I won't ask Christian to come back and feed into his little fetish." Carla ended with a shrug.

Lu was speechless.

"So let me get this straight . . ." she began slowly.

"He brings that caveman into your relationship, then he freaks out, makes a scene, and gives you the silent treatment? Sure, he's going to expect you to get on your knees and beg for forgiveness. And you? You'll do it, as usual. "

"Why are you mad at me, too?" Carla asked.

"Because I can't stand it when he walks all over you." Carla rolled her eyes, "It's good to put your ovaries on the table every now and then."

"Well we'll see what happens." Carla finalised, "Now it's my turn." 

"Right. What do you want in return?"

Carla folder her arms and sat back.

"Guzman." 

"Huh? You want Guzman?" Lu asked, confused and not trying to show how anxious she suddenly got. Carla noticed, and got an idea.

"What if I do?" She tilted her head.

"Well," Lu chuckled nervously, "he has a girlfriend so good luck with that."

"Maybe he's looking to start an open relationship. No feelings or anything, purely sex."

"I know you're joking or whatever, but how can you even joke about an open relationship right now?" Lu laughed nervously again.

Carla knew then to hit.

"So why are you messing around with him then?"

Lu became silent, and the pair of girls stared at each other for a few seconds before Carla spoke again.

"I mean, you're fucking him right? So that must be an open relationship, no-" 

"How did you find out?"

"Lu, please. You can do everything but be discreet when you give him small kisses in the classroom after everyone has left, and he's not slick either. I see him squeezing your ass near the lockers."

It was silent once more, before Carla broke out into a fit of giggles. 

This made Lu laugh too. But she wasn't dumb, Carla giggled whenever she was nervous and/or disappointed but didn't want to show it. And for Carla, she was disappointed because she never thought Lu would tear herself so low to steal the boyfriend of someone who used to be her friend. 

"Okay. You caught me." Lu admitted, reaching for her drink.

"How did this happen, Lu? How long has it been happening for. I need to know everything."

"Bien, where do I even begin?"

-

As aforementioned, when Alaska often made up her mind, it couldn't be swayed by anything or anyone. Her brother often challenged this trait she had and often times, he was the only one she would be swayed for, apart from her boyfriend. Often times, Alejandro just had to sit on her if it resorted to force, but usually he was able to persuade her, put a smile on her face, and make her open minded to things.

This party was not one of those things.

After constant begging and even sitting on her, Alaska just was not convinced enough to go to the party, and Ale . . . was kind of proud of her.

Knowing that she was just not going to change her mind for any sort of reason, he left without her to Samuel's house party. 

The clock then struck 9:00pm, and Alaska was wide awake. Usually, she liked to sleep early simply because she felt like she couldn't fully function without ten hours minimum. But strangely enough, whenever Alejandro went out at night without her, she couldn't sleep. She always waited all night for him to come home no matter how long it took for him to return, and she'd been doing it since they were younger. It was something about him not being in his bed and she sleeping knowing that just didn't feel right to her.  So there was no way she was catching any sleep. 

Guzman wasn't able to come over because there was a La Liga game on that he said he had to watch with the boys. Nadia had to work at her parents' grocery store that night, and after her shift was over, it'd be too late for her to come over; so she was out of the question. And she didn't have anyone else. She didn't have any work to do until the next day, which was Sunday, because Lu insisted on coming over again to finish the project.

Whether her mother was home or not, but it didn't matter to her. Alba was definitely asleep, so the house was big, empty, and quiet.

And she hated it.

So it was barely any sort of surprise to Alejandro when he saw his sister came lingering through in a similar outfit as him. Black distressed denim jacket, white tee, well in her case, cropped white tee, black jeans and her favourite black and gold Gucci sneakers. He smirked at the sight of her knowing his plan was going to work.

Alaska hated being home alone more than she did social gatherings. She was going to pull up regardless and he knew it. 

"So you're here?" He tilted his head, as he approached her, teasing over the music.

"Go fuck yourself." She rolled her eyes, folding her arms. 

Alejandro was going to make another remark when:

"Ale, you are a fucking superstar!" The twins looked sideways to see Christian who came practically leaping forward to confirm that his Loski really had shown up.

This made the twins grin simultaneously.

"Loski, te ves, cómo se dice, fantastic." He complimented, saying the last word in English. He was trying.

The pair laughed, and Alaska thanked him.

"Do you want something to drink? Your brother here has already had his couple of drinks, non-alcoholic of course, since he "doesn't drink"" Christian asked, putting his arm around Alejandro, trying to at least, as Ale was evidently much taller than him.

"Why did you say it like that? I actually don't drink." Ale laughed.

"Sure you don't."

"He actually doesn't Christian," Alaska giggled, "cause he gyms and "his body is a temple."" Alaska mocked throwing her hands into quotes.

"My body is a temple you loser." Alejandro replied, flicking her head which made her stumble back.

"Buddy, but surely you can have one drink." Christian responded.

"Nope. Peer pressure doesn't work on me, unfortunately." He laughed, patting Christian's shoulder, "I'll blaze up with you every once in a while but I really can't drink."

Christian's eyes went wide.

"Promise me that we're going to get high together, Ale!" He beckoned like a child, making Alaska laugh again as her brother promised.

"Loski, so, a drink? There's non-alcoholic punch in the kitchen."

"Sure, I'll have some of that."

"Cool. I have to go piss very fast though after."

"Go pee, I'll get the drink myself don't worry." She laughed.

Christian didn't wait a second longer as he ran to go find the bathroom and Alaska was about to turn to Ale to see if he wanted anything but just then she heard a high pitched 'Alejandro' coming from Yves the raven-haired devil, also known as his ex-girlfriend. Alejandro who  could barely say no to anyone went over to say hello even though she knew that he would rather not have, since he found her annoying.

So she was stuck going to get a drink herself.

Alaska adjusted her purse strap and shoved through bodies to get to the kitchen, seeing that it was a cute small one. On the island, a bowl of punch sat with red solo cups next to it, crates of beers on the side, and a bowl of chips. 

It was a basic house party after all so she couldn't complain. And honestly, she didn't mind. 

But what would make the party better, was some apple juice. That didn't seem to be anywhere near the options though. The blonde looked around the kitchen a bit, only two more people in it, and they were kissing on the counter. She  rolled her eyes, and they fell on the fridge. 

The fridge.

Surely, Samuel would have some apple juice in the fridge, surely. In a second, she was opening the fridge and digging around the sides and even inside.

"Por favor, can I know why you're investigating my fridge?" Alaska heard a voice ask from behind her. The sudden interruption made her jump, almost making her head hit the top of the fridge. She quickly spun around.

"Tu." She replied in realisation.

It took the brunette opposite her a few seconds before his eyes went wide  and he grinned with irony.

"Well how about that, it's you. Are you stalking me?" Nano asked, taking a sip of his beer.

"Por favor. Did those guys come back and give you a concussion or something?" she folded her arms, leaning on her right leg.

"What are you doing here?" Nano laughed.

"What am I doing here? This is a house party, please do the math." She snapped back.

She was fiery, and Nano definitely noticed.

"You know Samuel?" He asked, and she nodded.

"What are you looking for in my fridge?"

"Your fridge? You live here?" She asked.

"I just said "my fridge", do the math." He repeated her words, making both her eyes rise at how swift he threw it back.

"Ha ha. Who are you?"

"Nano, hermano mayor de Samu. Y tu?" 

Well that, she wasn't expecting.

"Alaska, and I was looking for apple juice." 

"We finished the last of the apple juice this morning, but I promise the punch has apples in it." He joked.

Alaska thought for a moment.

"I guess if there's nothing else left." She walked towards the table and filled her cup.

"Alaska? What are you doing here?" A new voice asked, making her turn to face Samuel.

"I know I wasn't invited, but I came because Alejandro forced me." She tried to smile, but it came out more of a grimace.

"I-I only didn't invite you because I didn't have your number, that's all." he reassured.

"It's fine, I'm not mad." She said, taking a sip of her drink.

"I hope you have fun, please find me if you need anything."

What she didn't realise was her night was about to flip completely.

Alejandro laughed as his sister emptied her fifth cup of fruit punch. She was definitely gone, and it was only 11:30.

"Ale, do you have a hair tie? Mine snapped, and I feel hot." She complained, fanning her neck.

"No I don't, Ala, but If you want, we could go and sit outside and I'll braid it back for you." He suggested, taking the cup from her hand and setting it down on a surface beside him.

He had been trying to get her to sit outside with him for a while so the fresh air could hit her and she'd be able to sober up a little bit.

"No! I want to dance now! But you won't let me." She pouted.

"If you want to prove to me you can dance then walk to me in a straight line." Ale challenged.

"Pfft." Alaska started, and then took one step which became unsuccessful because she stumbled and almost fell over, and she would have if he hadn't caught her.

"See? You're still not allowed to da-" Alejandro didn't finish his sentence before he saw how dilated her pupils were and how red the area around them were.

She was . . . high? 

He thought she was just drunk.

He had been watching her for majority of the night, so there was no way that she had taken something, unless her drink was spiked. But then again, he hadn't seen anyone do anything to her drink. Just then, Christian passed.

"Christian, come." He beckoned.

"What's up? Woah, someone's had too much to drink." he laughed, looking at Alaska who was grinning and giggling like a child.

"Is there something in the punch? Cause that's all she's had." 

"In the punch? No-Oh!" Christian realised, making Ale's eyes go wide.

"I put a few pills in there, but it was just so people would have one and loosen up. How many has Loski had?" 

"She's had like maybe four or five?" Ale responded, making Christian wince.

"She'll be fine. I'll go and get some water. So she can flush it out." 

With that, he rushed to the kitchen, making Alejandro focus again on Alaska who was leaned against the wall, smiling to herself. Ale had to admit that he loved seeing her in a mood that wasn't glum as usual. She looked happy, but he was upset that it took her being high to get this way. He wasn't even annoyed that she was high, he was just grateful that at least they were together so he could take care of her.

"Are you okay?" He asked her.

"I am peach, brother - Is that Ander?!" She asked suddenly, making Alejandro turn around to see where she was looking at. It was Ander.

"Ander!" Alaska beamed, shouting to get his attention.

The curly haired brunette turned around to see Alaska grinning wide at him, and he was shocked. Not only because she was at the party, but because she was calling him. It wasn't until she attempted to walk closer to him before he noticed she was probably drunk.

"Alaska? What are you doing here?" 

"Why does everyone keep asking me  that! This is a fucking party and I'm here to have fun! I can enjoy myself you know!" 

"I guess you can. It's good to see you having fun-"

He was cut off when Alaska quickly pulled him into a hug. Ander froze.

Behind them, Alejandro froze too. He knew she was high, but not that high.

"I've missed you Andy, now I don't want to let you go because I know that if I do, tomorrow is going to come and tomorrow we're not going to be friends again."

Ander quickly responded, seeing the opportunity.

"Ala, we don't have to okay? Tomorrow we can be friends. Just, let's go outside and we can talk okay?" 

Alaska pulled back and shook her head with a sad smile on her face.

"No because it's for the best that we don't, Andy. You're still part of them, and you all hurt me." 

Now he was more than surprised. He didn't know what was coming out of her mouth. How had they hurt her? 

He knew he would get no answers from her in her state so made a mental note to ask about it another time. In that moment, Alejandro came to join them. 

"Ala, come on. You're probably bothering Ander." He laughed.

"She's really not, don't worry." He replied looking at Alejandro, a little upset that he thought that they were both bothering him when once upon a time, he used to just walk randomly on random days into Ale's room to play PS4 with him Guzman and Polo. 

Alaska then remembered.

"Ander, by the way, what are you doing here? Guzman said you boys were watching the Liga in Polo's house?" She asked.

Ander grew confused.

"Liga? The next game isn't until next week. He might've made a mistake."

Now Alaska was confused. 

Was Ander trying to say that Guzman wasn't telling the truth? So where could he be then?

The sad thing was that she would never remember that moment.

"Does anyone want to play spin the bottle?!"

A/N: Hi Friends. This is an oddly longer chapter than I've written before. As you know, the party episode is quite long, so I had to cut it down but I'll continue bits and pieces of it in the next chapter. How did you like this one? I kind of like it because all though there's not much drama, it gives perspectives no? Anyway, we're still building up. Next chapter might be slightly shady y'all.

BTW thanks so much for the support on this. The comments and votes really keep me motivated to work so thanks a bunch!