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11:25 AM

The school day dragged on, as Nova sat next to her aunt, Claudia, in Mr. Lychvarrds Spanish 2 class. They had almost the same schedule except for one class and that aided in the fact that they tried to stick together as much as possible. The school year was only a couple months in and Halloween was around the corner. So clearly, that's what they girls talked about in class instead of actual Spanish. "What are you trying to be this year?" Nova asked. Claudia shrugged, dropping her pen on her notebook.

"Probably high. Allie wants to go to this party and I think I'm gonna tag along. You should come too," Claudia invited. Nova shook her head quickly. She wasn't into the party scene or the drugs and alcohol. She saw the terrible effects of those things in her own house everyday.

"I'm okay. You know that's not what I'm about," Nova declined. Claudia sulked in her seat a little.

"Oh come on! It'll be fun! There will be cute boys and plenty of beds," Claudia joked. Before Nova could respond, one of AnneMarie's followers leaned into Claudia.

"Wow, your sister was right. You're as big a slut as the woman who raised you," the girl taunted. Claudia balled up her fist, but tried not to do anything stupid. Her sister had been bad mouthing their mother for a long time and she was used to it, but it still stung a bit. Nova saw her aunts frustration and turned around to the girl.

"Just because your boyfriend knows better than to sleep with the likes of you, doesn't mean we all have to suffer in the virgin club with you," Nova snapped. The girl smirked and flipped her hair.

"Oh really? And when are you gonna cash in your V-Card?" The girl asked really loud. Nova slightly embarrassed, wasn't gonna show it. She was gonna fight back.

"As soon as you tell people what you really meant by summer surgery," Nova smirked before pretending to push up her nose. The girl scoffed and turned back around in her seat as everyone laughed.

"Thanks," Claudia half smiled. Nova rubbed her aunts arm and nodded.

"She was talking about your mom, my Nona. I couldn't let her do that," Nova brushed off. The class soon settled as Mr.Lychvarrd got ready to teach. "Let's just hope he doesn't call Nona, I can not afford to get in trouble," she mumbled, noticing the teachers disapproving face.

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Three hallways over, Allie sat in her English class scared out of her mind. The class was reading Great Gatsby and everyone had to take a turn. Allie wasn't the strongest reader and sometimes her letters got a bit mixed up. It was always something she told herself would go away, so she kept it quiet. But, as the years drew on her unnamed dyslexia only got worse. "Allie, can you read the next three paragraphs?" Mrs. Paige asked. Allie slipped on her round rim, black glasses and started to stutter. The mixture of fear and dyslexia caused the sixteen year old to immediately stop reading.

"What's the matter Alleyway? They didn't teach you how to read in dumpster school?" One of the most annoying guys, Nico, yelled from the back corner of the classroom. Allie, knowing she didn't need another detention, got choked up and stayed silent. The teacher didn't even utter a word. That caused Allie to feel immensely helpless, so she did what she always did. Lashed out.

"I don't know who the fuck you think you are, but last time I checked we went to the same preschool. So, where did you sit? Between the half eaten pizza and cut up clothing items? I didn't think so," Allie snapped. Nico rolled his eyes and sat back in his seat. The teacher just decided to move on with the class and skip Allie. So, she took off her glasses, laid her head on her desk, and went to sleep.

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Pippa laid on the couch as Jasmine played with her hair and Reneé ran her hands along her legs. "Guys, I don't know what to do," Pippa whined. Jasmine and Reneé shared a look, before getting up and heading separate ways. Jasmine went to the TV and Reneé grabbed wine and (beer!) three glasses. "I don't want to watch a movie," Pippa said. Jasmine shushed her and waited for Reneé to get back to the couch.

"This movie isn't something you've seen in the theaters. I swear," Jazzy smirked. Pippa rolled her eyes and sat up. She took the glass from Reneé as Jasmine hit play.

"I want you to take me right here, Papi,"

Pippa's eyes went wide as she scrambled for a remote. "How the hell did you find that?" Pippa squealed as the video continued. Jasmine giggled.

"Lin had a copy on his computer, so I burned it to a DVD. For times like this, yaknow?" Jasmine answered. Pippa rose and eyebrow and shook her head.

"No," she replied, "I don't know," she finished with the straightest face. "Reminiscing on the times when my husband actually wanted to fuck me is nauseating," Pippa growled. The 41 year old got off the couch with her wine and headed towards the back door.

"Where are you going?" Reneé asked as she turned off the TV. Phillipa pulled out a lighter and waved it at her friends.

"I need a smoke break from...that," Pippa replied with a soft grimace. Jasmine and Reneé stared at her in disbelief.

"I'm sorry, what?" Reneé asked. She and Jasmine quickly followed their friend out to see her light a joint and sit on the railing of the deck. "When did you start smoking weed?" The 60 year old asked. Jasmine smirked and sat next to her bestie.

"When did you stop?" Jasmine asked. Renee scoffed and leaned next to Jasmine. "Ant and I smoke all the time. I wish I knew you did too," Jasmine added. Renee rolled her eyes and lightly pushed Jasmine.

"My question first," She nagged. Pippa took a hit and blew out the smoke before bearing a loud groan.

"Cocaine wasn't working out for me and heroin was just too overpriced. When do you think I started?" Pippa smart-assed. Reneé hung her head and shook out the thought of her sweet cinnamon roll tainted by marijuana.

"Do you're kids know?" Reneé questioned.

"Who do you think I smoke with?" Pippa answered with a question. "And before you ask, no Lin doesn't smoke. He's naturally like that," Pippa said. Jazmine giggled as Renee tried to wrap her head around all of that.

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Hours away, in the Bronx, Lesley stood behind the bar of the strip joint she worked at cleaning glasses when her boss, Tony, came out the back. "Lesley!" He called. Still hungover, Lesley looked up at him and rolled her eyes.

"What?" She snarked. He hummed in favor of her bite and came behind the bar with her.

"Big night. The boss is gonna be here. And if we all do well, there could be a lil something in it for you too," Tony announced. As he walked past her, he somehow managed to smack her ass with the ting amount of room between them. Lesley, definitely opposing, whipped around quickly.

"Paws to yourself ass face," Lesley growled. Tony chuckled and grabbed her arm tightly, pulling her into his chest.

"Someone's getting bold. We just got off punishment. Do you really wanna go back? Cause Tony has been feeling really horny lately," the jersey native threatened. For some reason he loved to refer to himself in the third person. Lesley ripped her arm away and continued to clean the glass. "Or I could just go after your little girl this time. How old is she, thirteen now? I like'em young," Tony smirked. Lesley's blood boiled at the thought of a grown man throwing himself on her child, but what could she do? She needed the money? She couldn't ask her parents, her pride wouldn't allow it.

"Leave my little girl out this, she ain't do nothing to you," Lesley defended. Tony put his hands up in defense and shrugged.

"Her loss. I'm great in bed," Tony called, before walking back to his office. Lesley turned her back away from the main stage to face the shelves of liquor bottles. Tears streamed down her face, but she had to stay silent. Last time she cried on the job she could barely walk up the stairs to get to her apartment. Nova had to come and get her halfway up. This is what her pride got her.

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1:48 PM

Twenty minutes from the family home, Lin and Chris sat in Chris's family room talking and drinking beers. "What wrong with her dude?" Chris asked.

"What do you mean?" Lin asked. Chris snacked his lips, and dropped his head.

"You know woman talk. So, it's no secret you're not hitting it right with Pippa," Lin shook her head and stared at the massive movie collection Chris harbored.

"Nothing. She's sexy and perfect. It's me. I-i-i," Lin stuttered. No guy ever wants to admit what Lin was about to and it wasn't easy. "I can't get it up and when I do it hurts like a bitch," Lin revealed. Chris tried not to laugh and sipped on his beer.

"But, didn't she catch you this morning?" Chris recalled. Lin shook his head.

"Not really. She thought she did, but I couldn't get it up. I even pulled out the old videos and nothing. I don't know what's wrong, man," Lin confessed. Chris scratched his head and sighed.

"You know what you gotta do, right?" Chris asked. Lin nodded and finished off his beer.

"I know, but it's embarrassing," Lin whined. Chris rolled his eyes and threw Lin's phone at him.

"Make the call," Chris said. "You and your wife need this more than your pride. I'm going to get us more beers," he commentated before he left the room. Lin held up his phone and dialed a familiar number.

"Zola, hold on, mommy is on the phone. Hello?" The woman answered. Lin bit his lip.

"Meredith?"

"Lin? Long time no see,"

"I need a favor and it's odd,"

"Okay,"

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