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Jade gently shoves the half-open door to reveal the new and improved Lucia Felix to the party scene. Her rainbow-colored streaks catch multiple eyes. Some are judgmental and many more are stunned by the boldness of the look.

The streaks of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and violet run down from Lucia's middle part to her shoulders in a cascading array of loose curls. The colors were intended to come out bright, but Jade was no expert so the dye job came out a bit more pastel. The brunette got tired after having to bleach Lucia's strawberry blonde hair before adding the color so she slabbed on the colors. The five-hour operation was chaotic, to say the least. This gave the girls no time to pre-game before the party, forcing them to come in completely sober.

Nonetheless, Lucia loved the look, undeterred by what anybody else thought. She holds her head high with that radiant smile of hers blinding anyone in her path.

With getting completely plastered in mind, Lucia promised Jade that she would clean up her bathroom tomorrow afternoon after she recovers from her expected hangover. If she didn't do so, Jade would have stayed back at the house cleaning to her little soul's content. Mess made Jade anxious and Jacqueline Hill was to blame for that.

Lucia follows Jade into the large home that nearly resembled the size of Jade's home. As the beige-carpeted staircase comes into view, the brunette feels a tingle in her stomach.

This place feels familiar.

She absorbs the essence of the interior structure of the home and nearly chokes on the air she's breathing. The familiar scene of people doing random ridiculous things sets her memory aflame.

A girl with both legs splitting the handrail of the stairs attempts to slide down. The sight makes Jade's heart skip a beat while Lucia maniacally laughs behind her as if she is already tipsy enough to see this as peak comedy.

Jade refuses to see the outcome, turning her head over to see some guy nearly choking on the beer being funneled into his mouth with a huge hose-looking contraption. Jade's upper lip pulls up with her nose wrinkling in disgust. The expression is even more priceless with her innocent, doe eyes.

This is the same fucking house.

The same house that Melanie dragged her to in her first week in Kingsman Bounty. The same house where she met Kinsey. Her heart fluttered, then skipped a beat at the memory. Kinsey absolutely terrified her back then. The memory of her in the parlor still sends chills down her spine. It was nearly surreal for Jade to accept how much her life has changed since then.

She thought she ate when she chewed me out for being shy.

Jade scoffs internally at the thought. Now I have her wrapped around my finger. Figuratively, but hopefully literally soon.

The brunette snaps back to reality, recognizing that her thoughts are going way too far. If she keeps this up, she'll end up at Kinsey's place before the end of the night.

Jade realigns herself as the fatigue sinks in.

It is nearly 9:30 p.m. and Jade knows that if she doesn't get tipsy now, she will be snoozing in the parlor room soon enough.

"Hey, babes!" Lucia excitedly greets her other friends from school with squeals and her signature hop on the tips of her toes. She opens up her arms and embraces the squad of girls who appear to be dressed similarly with little to no variation between their outfits. Halter tops and lace bralettes adorn every other girl with all of them pulling their looks together with different variations of 'the ripped jean'.

Jade thinks they're cute, but not original. The girl loved a cute halter top every now and then but the abundance of it at once made her cringe. Yeah... I'm just jealous that Lucia has other friends besides me.

Lucia engages in conversation with the bunch as they compliment her on the new hair. Jade stands beside them awkwardly tightening her lips as Lucia gives her credit for the look. Her composure becomes that of The Hunchback of Notre Dame. Her dark eyes flicker back and forth as her social anxiety kicks in. She avoids every bit of eye contact with the friend group, out of nowhere wishing Kinsey was here. Her presence somehow always calmed the brunette down.

I'm too sober for this shit. Why did I think this was a good idea?

The ex-strawberry blonde wraps up the quick conversation and turns to Jade with an exuberant smile, "Yeah, you look like you need booze."

"Okay, I don't think I look that desp-"

With that, Lucia yanks Jade's arm. Jade hadn't expected that much strength from Lucia, considering the girls had similarly petite builds. With Lucia's stimulus, they are thrust into the crowded living room by the natural shift caused by drunk bodies swaying to the slow beat of the alternative rock song playing in the background.

The brunette feels her body heating up as Lucia pulls her through the perspiring bodies. The heat suffocates her, forcing her to instinctively peek her head up above the crowd every now and then to catch fresh air.

Or at least a semblance of fresh air. The air she respires contains a sweet note of marijuana. Consequently, the brunette feels lightheaded with each breath she takes.

I guess second-hand smoking is actually a thing. Who would've thought.

Jade's face already looks over it. Her eyelids droop unapologetically as her lips form a childish pout.

The pair reach the granite countertop where most of the drinks are assembled. A blue cooler stored underneath the bar countertop is propped open, filled with refreshers and beers stuffed in between chunks of ice cubes.

The real drinks rest on the counter. The expensive bottles of vodka, whiskey, and cognac tempt every onlooker, seducing their curiosities and temptations.

Lucia grabs two red cups from the pile and shoves one in front of Jade, motioning for her to grab one. Jade's eyes catch the signal and the brunette quickly grips the empty cup. She nods at Lucia as a quick thanks.

At this spot within the party, it is smarter to use nonverbal communication as a way to salvage one's voice. The bass of the music blasts so loud that thinking clearly is nearly impossible.

Jade follows Lucia's step and digs the cup into the cooler to collect ice. Once they have the ice, Lucia takes hold of the half-empty Hennessy bottle to pour Jade a little bit. She proceeds to pour herself a little more than Jade.

Jade sends her a side-eye and Lucia knits her brows at her, communicating that this is for the best.

Jade accepts, just wanting to get something in her system at this point. Even with Kinsey by her side, Jade hasn't been feeling too great about life. Thoughts of the latest interaction with her father stir a sudden sharp pang in her chest. Also, the fact that half-naked pictures of her are still on the internet doesn't help ease her anxieties. The case was on standby since Jade refused to reveal Zoé's identity.

Pathetic.

The brunette swigs back a bit of the drink, wincing at the unexpected spice. She assumed it would taste differently because of the sweet and fruity scent it initially gave off.

Jade scrunches her entire face in aversion to the poison rolling down her throat. Scratching up her throat. Once it makes its way down, Jade feels like her lungs are on fire. The strong taste of the cognac dances along her tongue making her tolerate the bitter aftertaste.

Her eyes blink rapidly as she takes another greedy sip. A smile spouts upon her face as the pain caused by the drink offers enough strife to combat the pain she feels in her wretched heart. The feeling of her lungs being expanded painfully with each inhalation of the drink, makes her feel so good. It makes the pain she already possesses feel like nothing.

She's always combatted pain with more pain.

Jade leans against the bar countertop as she feels the high starting on the tip of her head. Her thoughts start to slow and her limbs feel dense with each movement.

The brunette looks to her side to see Lucia smiling cheerfully with her paler face holding a consistent shade of pink.

"This is it! Come dance with me, babes. I need to dance!" Lucia hollers, bouncing on the tips of her toes in excitement as she points a finger to the ceiling.

Jade can only hear every other word through the trap music bursting through the speakers. Despite her confusion, the brunette nods as the cognac starts to take her mind away. She feels lighter in her head and heavier in her body. Her mind feels free. This, this was the feeling she so desperately needed right now.

Jade mindlessly stalks behind Lucia into the abyss of bodies with flailing arms in the air.

"Jade?"

The call grips Jade's attention. She hadn't expected anyone here to know who she was. Maybe there is another Jade here? I'm just hearing things. The alcohol is already taking me away.~

Jade sings her thoughts as she ignores the voice and steps further in Lucia's general direction.

But suddenly, the brunette feels a warm grip envelop her upper arm. Jade snaps her head over her shoulder only to be faced with James Henderson. In all his tall brunette Hollister model glory, he eagerly smiles at Jade. His bright white post-braces teeth glimmer in the dimness of the living room.

Jade is perplexed by the image. She isn't drunk yet, so the sober part of her is still at the surface. James and Jade had never been in good standing since day one. For some reason, he seemed to hate her like he had some sort of vendetta against her. The brunette could never understand why, but she didn't need any more reasons to stay away from the dude.

Jade's expression is unreadable to James so he sheepishly smiles and releases her arm. He runs his free hand back through his deep umber hair. Instead of the hair being held up by God's grace and gel, the short locks falter down into a fringe over his forehead. The look makes him appear more innocent than Jade believes he is. His narrow eyes form a crescent, almost mimicking a smile in their own way.

Jade's eyes squint, carefully observing the way he slowly removes his hand from her arm. I should have socked him in the neck for that.

Jade is shocked by her thoughts. That's something Kinsey would say and probably actually do.

I wish she was here right now. I miss that soft baby powder smell she has whenever she gets out of the shower.

Jade snaps out of her one-woman show as James' body towers over her making it more obvious that he took a step closer.

"Can we talk?" Jade reads his lips as he motions with his thumb pointing over his shoulder to a less crowded area of the house.

In the spur of the moment, Jade simply nods. The smaller brunette follows James to wherever he wants to go with her red cup in hand.

Once they make their way around the corner, James turns to Jade. Her eyes scatter around the compact corner of the home. A small wooden table with a glass vase filled with red and yellow roses complements the light beige walls making the corner appear to be more than just a corner.

"I want to apologize," James abruptly confides as the music plays on in the background.

Jade's eyes visibly widen at the words. Am I that fucked up already? The brunette peers down at her drink to see if she drank more than she thought she had.

James chuckles gingerly at the brunette's wide eyes, understanding how Kinsey finds the underclassman charming.

"I know I've been an ass," he continues, craning his neck forward to better project his voice to the girl that is much shorter than him.

"Trust me, you've been much more than that," Jade adds, rolling her eyes to the side, and taking another small sip of the drink in her right hand.

Drunk Jade was sassy, confusing, and chaotic. The perfect combination for a complete shit-show.

"You're most definitely Kinsey's girl," James retorts, taking a sip of his drink from his own red cup. His face winces but quickly relaxes.

"Sorry," Jade apologizes, feeling her unhealthy sense of guilt coming through.

"No, no need. When I saw you here, I thought I should come up to apologize to you for being much more than an ass to you. I just want you to know that I support your relationship. Kinsey has been the best friend that I could have ever asked for and I want her to be happy."

"Wow... wasn't expecting that," Jade mumbles, disillusioned by the sudden nice guy act going on here. "Th-This isn't a fucked up prank, right?"

Jade warily tracks James' every facial expression, noting the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes as he smiles widely at her. There is something so genuine about it.

"Nah, I'm serious," James maturely nods. "After telling her that I was in love with her, I realized that I was misinterpreting our relationsh-"

"Wait... you told her you were in love with her?" Jade halts, pressing the palm of her hand against James' hardened chest.

"Yeah, but as a frie-"

"Did she say that she loved you back?" Jade doesn't sound defensive, but instead curious and slightly nervous that the interaction had occurred in the first place. Kinsey and Jade had never dared to utter the L word before. Jade's twisted, possessive mind would like to believe that only Kinsey and she could have deep, personal conversations like that. She is just insecure like that.

"No, and she made it clear that she was with you," James nods, "and I respect that," he adds, watching the way Jade appears to be dying on the inside. The color in her tan skin fades with each second that passes. Her naturally lifted cheekbones falter.

Love. Such a strong word. Does Jade love Kinsey? Does Kinsey love Jade?

I don't know if I love Kinsey.

"What made you think you were in love with her?" Jade inquires like a child asking their parents about puberty. The brunette is genuinely perplexed. Even if she loved Kinsey, she doesn't know what that would look like.

At this point, James is Jade's best bet. He seems to have figured out what love is since he was pretty sure he loved Kinsey, while Jade can barely find the words to articulate how she feels about the blonde.

James' head snaps back at the sudden question. He gazes around the party, carefully observing his peers at a distance. The palm of his free hand moves to caress the back of his neck, "Jade, I don't think you need me to answer that question."

Jade nods understandingly, rapidly blinking her doe eyes "Um... yeah, sorry about that. But I'm just curious, what did she say to you, um... when you confessed?" Jade swallows a huge frog in her throat as her mouth suddenly goes dry despite the alcohol she's been downing periodically.

James' eyes hover over Jade's, the first time he has paid this much attention to the brunette's face. He reads the desperation in her wide, eager eyes. If he wasn't going to answer her other question, might as well give her something.

"She completely rejected me," he replied flatly. "She said that she couldn't love me or anyone for that matter. She said she can't love people." James tried to recite the words without vigor in his voice, but the pain still holds against his chest. The memory of that day in the parking lot mortified him to no end.

"Oh." Jade drawls with a tight-lipped smile forming on her drying lips. She feels a burning sensation in her chest, threatening to smother her. "Um," Jade's head falls with her forefinger and thumb rotating in circles against her temples as a weak smile remains on her face.

She snaps her head up with a grand, fraudulent smile present, "Well, thanks for talking to me. I appreciate it." The brunette puts on her most animated voice to deflect from her true mixed feelings.

"No problem. I guess I'll see you around then." James awkwardly nods, taking another sip of his drink before stepping away, disappearing into the crowd of people.

Kinsey can't love me.

Jade feels like she'll throw up if she doesn't sit down.

But why do I care? Did I expect us to fall in love?

Instead of following her gut and finding a place to rest, the brunette consumes another large sip of Hennessy and rushes into the crowd to find Lucia to distract her from the dreadful realization of being unlovable.

I didn't deserve it anyway. Why did I even want her to love me? Do I even love her?

As the brunette disappears into the crowd, she remains in the sight of someone afar. The bobbed fiery scarlet hair frames the small face of Zoé Abrams. Her almond-shaped eyes narrow in wickedness. Her nefarious nature oozes from the way her face hardens at the sight of her former brunette lover.

The senior high schooler stands with her slender, confident stature, leaning against the wall of the corridor with her arms crossed over her chest. The corner of her lips cannot be contained as they outstretch to the sides of her face forming a smile that doesn't possess anything pure. The bright red lipstick makes her share an uncanny resemblance with the Joker.

You never looked better, babe.

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"She doesn't want you back, fuck-tard!" Kinsey yells at the television set.

The blonde had been left home alone as the rest of her family went out to a late dinner to celebrate Blaze's clarinet recital. Kinsey, in her usual fashion, complained about having to sit through the unnecessary 2-hour-long event. Don't get her wrong, she is proud of her younger brother in his musical prodigy glory, but Kinsey couldn't stand sitting through the other acts. They consisted of children who were obviously forced to play an instrument when they'd rather be stuffing their faces with candy and running around like little demons.

Kinsey simply told her family that she wasn't all that hungry and that she rather be dropped home because her leg started bothering her again. The pain wasn't as excruciating as Kinsey had made it seem with her fake groans and whines, but she had to do it. Her mother was too persistent.

She just wanted to lie down and watch re-runs of trash television hits such as The Kardashians, Love Island, and Jersey Shore.

The blonde mercilessly flips between shows on the streaming platform. Her impatience makes her itch at the sight of commercials.

Why do they act like we can't afford premium?

Unfortunately, the dramatics of reality television shows aren't cutting it for Kinsey. The blonde feels bored, despite having a front-row view of Kim Kardashian crying about losing her diamond earring in the sea. The pathetic moans and high-pitched whining are usually amusing to Kinsey.

But Kinsey's mind is elsewhere, fantasizing about Jade's warmth against her body. Anything having to do with Jade is better than nothing. The blonde simply wants to be in her presence. Close enough to smell her natural scent. She would even settle for watching the way the brunette unconsciously gnaws at the inside of her cheek when she watches television. That would be more appealing to watch than the emotional cries of Kim Kardashian coming from the flat screen.

Fuck, I need her right now.

"I miss that pain in the ass," the blonde endearingly recognizes, sighing loudly.

Before she knows it, she is walking over to her bedroom to slip on a pair of jeans since showing up to a party in her boy shorts wouldn't be too appropriate. Though, she knows Jade wouldn't mind it too much.

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After an hour of dancing around like a complete fool in the middle of the dance floor with Lucia and nearly thirty other strangers, Jade decides it's time for a water break. The brunette hasn't been this active since her short stint as a volleyball player in middle school, only leaving the bench once during the season when the star player sprained her ankle.

Her mind is so buzzed to the point where she can't even remember how she got to this party. Lucia initially tried to keep track of the brunette's drinks but that failed as she could barely keep track of her own.

Everything Jade sees is moving in a faded, slow-motion sequence. Her throat feels like it's on fire. Her lungs feel open to maximum capacity. While suffering internally, externally she feels on top of the world.

With the cup that was in her hand, now missing, she assumes that she had finished the rest of her Hennessy goodness. Maybe she went back for a refill at least once... or twice?

Surprisingly, she can navigate herself to the cooler located under the bar countertop. She snatches a water bottle from deep within the cooler, withstanding the frigidity because of her high body temperature. She lets out a chuckle as she nearly face-plants into the tub of melted ice after she succeeds in obtaining a water bottle.

Her legs feel like weights, especially with the boots she is wearing. Her black leather pants press tightly against her legs, barely giving her much room to stretch. The spaghetti strap lace bodysuit tucked into the pants accentuates her body nicely but leaves her exposed to the fluctuations in temperature within her body and her surroundings. Every time more people enter the party through the front door, a breeze runs through the home.

As she takes a sip of the water, the sensation of the cold water trickling down her throat sends chills up her spine. Her mouth slightly parts after her first sip, breathing out the chill of the water.

The brunette casually strolls down the hallway that James and she had spoken in. She quickly rounds a corner to find the same quaint little parlor room. The fancy antique items were still there with the luxurious furniture sprinkled throughout.

This time Jade doesn't hesitate to enter the room. She sways languidly into the small room, slowly grazing her thin fingers across the spines of the various books sitting in the bookcase. Her darkened, weary eyes wander over the letters, unable to focus on what they spell.

Unlike the last time she was in here. She remembers spotting the book, To Kill A Mockingbird, the first time. Now, she can barely process what any of the books are. Oh, has Jade Hill changed in the span of a few months.

The seat that she sat in when Kinsey came waltzing in faces her. The air of the room feels familiar as memories flood what's left of her sober mind. It feels almost like an out-of-body experience as she recalls how cold the room was since she was only in a skirt at that time.

The room remained cold until a certain blonde's ego filled the room with immense heat. Jade can feel the intensity of that calculated gaze on every part of her body. Thinking of it even has Jade feeling feverish again. Those intense blue eyes scanned her body up and down, setting her stomach aflame.

I need my Kinsey.

"It's been too long," a familiar voice purrs lowly in the darkness. The door to the parlor room creaks on its rusty hinges as the voice levels off.

Jade stills and mouths 'no fucking way' before slowly turning her body in the direction of the voice.

"Wh-What are you doing here?" Jade murmurs, feeling her heart rate rise dramatically. Her eyes widen and stare alertly at the sight before her. Out of habit, her teeth nervously bite at the inside of her cheek.

"Baby, please tell me you're happy to see me at least? It was fucking hard getting to this town in the butt-fuck middle of nowhere," Zoé snickers, crossing her arms as she steps further into the darkened room. The only shed of light comes from the street lights shining brightly through the small circular windows around the room.

Jade can barely string words together. The words she attempts to form come out as mumbling pants. Her lips stammer helplessly as her throat constricts. The realization that Zoé Abrams is in her presence sinks in, making her limbs lose strength.

"There's lots to catch up on," Zoé insists, stepping closer to Jade with strong, steady steps. Her eyes bore into Jade's, melting at the sight of those beautiful hazel-brown orbs. The same eyes that used to look at her with so much admiration and possessed so much innocence.

Jade refrains from speaking as her head involuntarily starts shaking at Zoé like a toddler at the start of a tantrum, refusing to submit to their parent's orders.

Zoé suddenly takes one large step forward with her thick black leather platform boots clunking against the hardwood floor. The silence in the parlor room allows her steps to be heard loud and crisp.

As she gets close to Jade's face, it becomes evident that the boots make her slightly taller than Jade. Her narrow eyes test Jade's wide eyes. The closing distance between the two allows Zoé to notice the way Jade's chest is heaving up and down rapidly.

Without warning, the redhead brutally grips Jade's jaw with her cold, textured fingers. Jade gasps and stiffens within her grip. Her lips slightly part in shock. Her soft hazel-brown eyes glaze over in tears. The fear settles in instantly, leaving Jade virtually powerless.

The brunette had not expected to be so overwhelmed by Zoé's presence. She hadn't even noticed her eyes welling with tears before the girl had grabbed her face forcefully.

"Please, don't do this." The plea comes out as a muffled sob. But what is Jade pleading for?

"Do what?" Zoé snaps, showing adverse emotion. Her brows narrow harder at the girl, appreciating the beauty the brunette holds even when in distress. The sadistic side of Zoé basks in the familiar sight, evidently pleased by herself with the smug little smile gracing her red, heart-shaped lips.

"I'm sorry," Jade suddenly exasperates with a shuddering breath. Looking into those eyes immediately hypnotize Jade, forcing her to go back in time. Reverting to the younger girl that settled for Zoé and made it her mission to please Zoé in any way possible. All because she needed ally-ship in her dirty little secret: lesbianism. Jade Hill is and has always been a lesbian.

Unfortunately, the relationship that Jade thought would free her, imprisoned her instead. The intense emotional response is only a defense mechanism elicited by fear. Zoé isn't supposed to be here because Zoé probably knows that the pictures she posted are being investigated by the police right now... because of Jade. And that freaks Jade out more.

She's here to confront me. She must be so pissed.

Of course, the brunette isn't aware that the redhead knows absolutely nothing about the case against her. The police couldn't move in on Zoé since Jade refused to cooperate. Moving in now would risk the entire case going to shit without Jade identifying Zoé as the one who took those pictures and posted them.

Believe it or not, Jade feels guilt as she believes that Zoé knows everything. The pit in her stomach is on fire but for all the wrong reasons. Her eyes blur with tears of frustration at herself for feeling this way about this fucking monster.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sor-sorry," Jade repeats with her head down. The words repeat on a loop over and over again as if they were programmed into her like a robot.

Zoé gently lifts Jade's chin, securing eye contact. When Jade meets her fierce blue eyes, she looks away to observe the rest of the girl's symmetrical features. She suddenly remembers what attracted her to this girl in the first place. Her natural beauty. A younger Jade was blinded by the beauty of the master seductress, ignoring every stage of toxicity that she revealed.

"Really? You broke my heart and all you can say is sorry?" Zoé cocks her head to the side, displaying a cocky confusion.

"Huh?" Jade displays bona fide confusion. Her soft brows invert, forcing idle tears to spill out of her eyelids. When did I break your heart? If anything, you broke mine.

"Originally, I blamed everything on that blonde bimbo, but I'm starting to think you were in on it." Zoé squints accusatorially at the brunette.

Now, Jade assumes Zoé must be talking about the pictures and the open case against her.

"Zoé," Jade almost yells, surprised by her own conviction, "you have to fucking realize that you posted half-naked pictures of me on the internet for everyone to see!" Jade pleads, almost begging for the girl to realize how insane her thought process is.

The redhead had accepted that she had done that, justifying the actions in her twisted mind as a way of showing Jade her appreciation for what they had back then.

Zoé clenches her teeth. Jade can only see the way her jaw tightens. The brunette nearly gulps at the sight. Any form of contempt is Jade's Kryptonite. Being raised as a people-pleaser most definitely had its influence on Jade's relationships with people.

Zoé never got angry, and that was her charm. People were attracted to her consistent, charismatic, and confident personality. They never saw her angry and that was better for everyone's safety. Jade will never forget the few times that Zoé got angry around her.

She almost had a phone thrown at her skull one time. Although it was because Zoé was mad at her parents for bailing on her again, Jade was caught in the crossfire.

"Z, I didn't mea-"

The nickname comes out as a force of habit.

"So what, your plan is to hurt me even more? Leave me dry because you found yourself another fucking toy to play with?" Zoé spits, still very close to the brunette's face.

Jade ponders, knowing that Kinsey could never be just a fucking toy. Kinsey made her feel alive and respected. Her heart ached for Kinsey in most situations, especially now. She's never felt that way about Zoé.

Zoé frowns at Jade's lack of response. Her hardened expression softens instantaneously. Her fingers drop from around Jade's jaw, taking hold of the nape of the brunette's neck instead, observing the hesitance in Jade's face.

"You can trust me, baby. I know that she's been using you too. Don't kid yourself, what you have with her isn't shit," Zoé scoffs, raising the corner of her upper lip in arrogance.

"No," Jade contends weakly, barely moving her lips.

"Yes," Zoé commands, nodding her head suggestively. "You know that you don't feel the same about her as you do about me. There's always going to be that part of you that misses me. Misses the way that I felt."

Jade sucks in air as Zoé suddenly bends down to run her fingers up the back of Jade's leg and over her ass, to rest them on her hip. Jade's eyes clench shut as she forgets how to breathe for a moment with Zoé's grip on her waist.

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Well... we okay?

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What do we think of James' apology? Are you buying it?

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So Zoé? Kinsey? 👀

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I will see y'all in the next update. Don't worry it'll be very soon. I can't leave y'all on a cliffhanger like this for too long, that's just inhumane lmao. Don't forget to vote, comment, give me a follow if you'd like! ❤️