chapter fifty-seven:
❛ blood in blood out (1) ❜

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Clementine's eyes blinked open to the faint light streaming through the thin curtains. For a moment, she didn't recognize her surroundings-the sleek modern decor of the room, the unfamiliar scent of cologne in the air, and the gentle hum of the air conditioner. Then it hit her.

Her heart dropped into her stomach. She turned her head slowly, almost afraid of what she would see. Sure enough, there he was.

Kwon lay on his side, one arm draped casually over the pillow, his messy hair framing his smug, cocky grin. His dark eyes sparkled with amusement as he caught her horrified expression.

"Morning, princess," he drawled, his voice still raspy from sleep. "Rough night?"

Clementine bolted upright, clutching the sheet to her chest as though it could shield her from the overwhelming wave of regret crashing over her.

"Oh, my God," she muttered under her breath, her cheeks burning. "This... this didn't happen. This can't have happened."

Kwon smirked, propping himself up on one elbow. "Oh, it happened. You want me to remind you?"

Her face flushed even deeper as she scrambled out of bed, tugging her shirt over her head with trembling hands. "No, thank you. I think I remember just fine."

He leaned back against the headboard, crossing his arms behind his head as he watched her with infuriating amusement. "Don't tell me you're regretting it already," he teased.

Clementine froze, her back to him, her breath catching in her throat. She couldn't tell him the truth-that she regretted every moment because it wasn't Robby. That even now, as she pulled on her jeans, she wished more than anything that it was Robby's arms she'd woken up in.

She forced herself to take a deep breath and plastered on a tight, fake smile. "Um... thanks for comforting me last night, but I really have to go."

Before she could make a clean escape, Kwon was off the bed and in front of her, his hand catching her wrist. "Leaving so soon?" he asked, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "Come on, Clem. Stay a little longer."

Her stomach twisted as he leaned in and kissed her. For a split second, her body betrayed her, kissing him back instinctively. But even as his lips moved against hers, all she could think about was how wrong it felt. How much she hated herself for being here, for letting it get this far.

She pulled away abruptly, her voice shaky. "I... I really have to go."

Kwon stepped back with a shrug, his smirk never faltering. "Suit yourself, but don't act like you didn't enjoy it."

She didn't respond, slipping out the door and into the hallway as quickly as she could. Her heart pounded in her chest, her face hot with shame.

"Clem?"

Her stomach dropped at the familiar voice. She turned slowly to see Jackson standing a few feet away, his hands shoved into the pockets of his worn jeans. His face was a mix of surprise and smug amusement.

"Well, I'll be damned," he drawled, his Southern accent thick. "You and Kwon, huh? Never thought I'd see the day."

"Leave me alone, Jackson," Clementine snapped, brushing past him.

But he wasn't letting it go. He stepped in front of her, blocking her path, his brow furrowed in concern. "What the hell happened to you and Robby? Please tell me you didn't just cheat on him."

Her chest tightened, and she clenched her fists at her sides. "We broke up," she said flatly, avoiding his gaze.

Jackson's mouth fell open in disbelief. "Y'all broke up? Why? You two were perfect for each other."

Clementine felt the words bubbling up in her throat-the truth about how scared she'd been, how she'd pushed Robby away because she didn't know how to handle the possibility of being pregnant. But she couldn't tell Jackson that. She wouldn't.

"It just wasn't working out," she said curtly, hoping he'd drop it.

Jackson stared at her for a long moment, his expression softening into something almost sympathetic. "Clem, you're makin' a mistake," he said quietly. "You and Robby-y'all were somethin' special. Don't throw that away for some fling with Kwon."

His words cut deeper than she wanted to admit. Her throat tightened, and she felt the sting of tears threatening to spill. "You don't know anything about me, Jackson," she snapped, her voice trembling with anger and shame. "So just back off!"

Jackson held up his hands defensively, his face a mixture of hurt and confusion. "Alright, alright. I'll back off. Just think about what you're doin', Clem."

She didn't wait for him to say anything else. She turned on her heel and stormed down the hallway, her emotions churning in a messy, tangled knot of regret, guilt, and frustration.

But she didn't look back. She couldn't.

The hotel room felt suffocating as Clementine walked through the door, her mind still racing. She had barely slept, her head spinning with all that had happened in the past few hours. The anger, the jealousy, and the hurt had settled in her chest like a weight she couldn't shake off. She had kissed Kwon in the heat of the moment, and now, she was left with an overwhelming mix of regret and confusion.

Alison, still sitting on the bed with her phone, glanced up when Clementine entered. The frown on her face deepened when she saw the way Clementine was walking, the heavy slouch in her shoulders, the distant look in her eyes. She could tell something was wrong. "Where the hell have you been?" she asked, putting her phone down. Her voice was a little softer now, but there was still a sharp edge to it.

Clementine froze for a moment, unsure of where to begin. She had barely come to terms with everything that had happened, let alone figuring out how to tell Alison. But she couldn't keep it in anymore. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I need to tell you something," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Alison's gaze softened, but the concern never left her eyes. "Clem, what's going on? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Clementine walked over to the bed, sitting down heavily. Her hands were trembling as she began to speak, her voice shaky. "I saw Robby last night. At the bar. He was with Zara. And they were flirting. I-I couldn't take it." She ran a hand through her hair, feeling the sting of jealousy and betrayal all over again. "I was so pissed, Alison. I couldn't stand seeing him with her."

Alison's expression hardened at the mention of Zara. "What the hell? Robby with Zara? That's not cool." She crossed her arms, a protective anger flaring up in her. "What did you do?"

Clementine shifted uncomfortably, feeling the shame building in her chest. "I kissed Kwon." She immediately saw the shock in Alison's face, and she quickly added, "I know, it was stupid. But I couldn't stop myself. I was angry and hurt, and I just-I did it."

Alison blinked, processing the information, before her eyes narrowed. "Kwon? Kwon Kwon?" she repeated, her voice thick with disbelief.

"Yeah, Kwon," Clementine admitted, feeling a wave of regret wash over her. "I didn't want it to happen. It was a mistake. But then, when I came back to the hotel, I saw Robby leave Zara's room. He was drunk, and it looked like they..." Clementine's voice cracked as she said the words. "It looked like they hooked up."

Alison's expression immediately darkened, her anger rising with every word Clementine said. "That little shit." She stood up from the bed, pacing around the room. "How could he do that to you? After everything you guys have been through?"

Clementine swallowed hard, biting back the tears threatening to spill. "I don't even know anymore. I thought maybe he was different, but I guess I was wrong." Her voice wavered with the weight of the heartbreak she was feeling.

Alison's face was flushed with fury, but she softened slightly when she looked back at Clementine. "But you're not just mad at Robby, are you?" she asked, her voice quieter now. "This-this Kwon thing. What happened there?"

Clementine ran a hand through her hair, her eyes downcast. "I don't know, Alison. I was just... hurt. And Kwon was there, and I needed to feel something other than pain. But now I regret it. I never should've kissed him. It wasn't him I wanted. It was Robby." She clenched her fists. "But I don't even know if I can trust Robby anymore. After what I saw, I just-"

Alison sat down beside her on the bed, her expression softening but still filled with frustration. "Clem, I know you're hurting, but you deserve better than that. Robby should've never put you in that position. And you definitely deserve better than Kwon."

Clementine sighed, feeling the weight of everything crashing down on her. "I miss him, Alison. I miss Robby so much. I'm so fucking stupid for letting things get this far. We both messed up. But I want to fix it. I want to get back together with him, but I don't even know if he'll want to."

Alison gave her a small, sympathetic smile, but it was tinged with the same frustration. "He'd be an idiot not to want to get back with you. But he needs to know that you're not gonna settle for being treated like this. You can't just let him get away with it."

"I don't know how to fix it," Clementine admitted, her voice breaking. "I just... I need him to know how much I care. But I can't shake the feeling that maybe I ruined everything."

Alison nodded, looking at her thoughtfully. "You haven't ruined anything, Clem. It's not too late. You just need to talk to him. Tell him what you need and what you want."

Clementine nodded absently, her mind still swirling with thoughts of Robby.

The atmosphere was thick with tension as the match began, Demetri facing off against Diego, a fierce fighter from Furia De Pantera. The gym hummed with anticipation as the two opponents sized each other up. Demetri, ever the professional, bowed low, his usual nervousness evident despite his attempt at composure. Diego, however, did not reciprocate the gesture. Instead, he raised a clenched fist high, his eyes cold and unblinking, challenging Demetri with his silent, menacing stance. His refusal to bow made the tension between them palpable.

Demetri's brow furrowed in slight confusion, but he pushed it aside, stepping into his fighting stance, his feet planted firmly on the mat. He wasn't going to let Diego's arrogance rattle him-not now. The referee's voice cut through the air, sharp and clear.

"Fight!"

Demetri didn't hesitate. He launched into action with a front kick, aiming for Diego's midsection. But Diego, fast and precise, countered effortlessly, slamming his foot down hard to block the move. The force of it left Demetri off-balance, and before he could recover, Diego darted in with a quick jab. Demetri barely had time to backpedal as Diego pressed the attack, his movements swift and lethal.

Frustration began to stir in Clementine, watching from the sidelines as Demetri struggled. She wasn't one to hold back her feelings, especially when it came to her friends. "Come on, Demetri! Do something!" she shouted, her voice cutting through the noise. She felt a knot in her stomach as she watched him dodge and block, barely keeping up with Diego's fluid strikes.

Eli, unable to contain his concern, clenched his fists and called out. "Demetri, tag me in!" His voice was laced with urgency.

Demetri shot a glance over at him but shook his head, a determined yet fragile look on his face. "No! I got this!" he insisted, though his voice faltered slightly as he said it. His stance wavered ever so slightly as Diego's relentless onslaught continued. Demetri attempted another kick, a sweeping motion designed to catch Diego off guard, but Diego was already moving, dodging and weaving with calculated precision.

Diego's movements were almost effortless, his experience and training from Furia De Pantera shining through. He was toying with Demetri now, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he watched Demetri's every attempt fall short. Clementine's frustration grew, her eyes narrowing as she leaned forward, gripping the edge of her seat. "You've got to be kidding me," she muttered under her breath, half-exasperated.

Diego saw Demetri's hesitation, that brief moment of indecision, and he pounced. In a fluid motion, he spun, launching into a high kick aimed directly at Demetri's head. The kick whipped through the air, grazing past Demetri's ear as he barely ducked out of the way. But before Demetri could fully recover, Diego was already on him, raining down a barrage of punches, kicks, and low sweeps. Demetri's defense was shaky at best, his movements slower now, his confidence crumbling with every hit that connected.

"Demetri, tag me in!" Eli called again, his tone sharp, but this time, it was no longer a request.

"I said I got it!" Demetri yelled back, his voice strained. But his resolve was weakening as Diego landed a brutal kick to his face. Demetri stumbled backward, clutching his nose, his knees wobbling. He winced, blood trickling down from the impact, and the crowd let out a collective gasp.

"Point!" the referee announced, his voice cold as he raised his hand to signal the point.

Demetri trudged off the mat, his face twisted in pain and frustration. Clementine couldn't help but snicker bitterly from the sidelines, though her concern for Demetri was evident in the tense set of her jaw.

With Demetri out of the ring, it was Sam's turn. She stepped into the arena, her body language sharp, focused. She crouched low, ready for action, and within moments, she spun into a sweeping kick, her foot aiming for Diego's midsection. But Diego was quick, dodging the move with ease, his eyes never leaving her. Sam followed up with a low sweep, forcing Diego to step back and narrowly avoid the strike.

The intensity in the ring was palpable as Sam and Diego exchanged rapid blows. Each fighter was testing the other, trying to find an opening. Sam's foot connected with Diego's side, a solid blow that made him stumble back, but he quickly regained his balance. Without hesitation, Diego tagged in his teammate, Maria, a girl who wasted no time in charging into the ring with a ferocity that matched Diego's.

Maria's aggressive approach kept Sam on the defensive, her strikes fast and sharp. Sam dodged and blocked, but Maria was relentless, throwing punches and kicks with the same intensity that Demetri had just faced. Sam found an opening when Maria swung wide, and Sam managed to grab her arm, twisting it just enough to land a punch to Maria's side.

"Point! 1-1!" the referee declared.

With the score tied, Sam quickly tagged in Eli, who stormed into the ring, his face a mask of determination. The crowd roared with excitement as the fight picked up again. Eli squared off against his opponent, a towering figure who looked like he could crush Eli with one move. But Eli didn't flinch. He struck first with a sharp kick, aiming for the boy's leg. The opponent blocked it with ease, his fist coming down hard against Eli's leg, forcing him to stagger back.

Eli, unwilling to back down, retaliated with a series of quick punches. But the boy was too powerful, blocking every move and then countering with a brutal punch to Eli's stomach. Eli staggered back, wind knocked out of him, but the towering boy didn't give him a moment's respite. He unleashed a flurry of kicks, driving Eli to the edge of the ring, where he was forced to retreat.

"Hawk, tag me in!" Kenny shouted from the sidelines, his voice cutting through the noise of the crowd.

Eli ignored him, his face set with determination as he fought back, refusing to show weakness. Sam, watching anxiously from the sidelines, called out again, her voice tinged with worry. "Hawk, tag in Kenny!"

But Eli still didn't budge.

"What are you doing?" Robby shouted from the sidelines, his frustration bleeding through. "Tag Kenny!"

Clementine, equally exasperated, leaned forward, her voice cutting through the air. "Hawk, come on!"

Eli glanced toward Kenny, his eyes narrowing in what almost seemed like disdain. Instead of tagging him in, Eli turned and tagged Robby in, his actions speaking volumes. Kenny's eyes widened in disbelief, and he scoffed, turning away in frustration.

"What are you doing?" Robby asked Eli, his voice laced with confusion and frustration as he stepped into the ring.

Eli didn't answer. He simply backed away, his face unreadable as Robby stepped into the fray.

Robby barely had a chance to adjust before the Pantera fighter, a massive guy with brute strength, swept Robby's legs out from under him. Robby crashed to the mat hard, groaning in pain as the boy followed up with a twisting kick that sent Robby reeling. A punch to his stomach made Robby gasp for breath, his body taking the full impact of the attack.

"Point!" the referee announced.

Robby scrambled to his feet, wincing as the boy tagged in a female teammate. She charged into the ring with lightning speed, throwing a rapid series of kicks and punches. Robby blocked as best as he could, his own agility and speed being tested to the limit. But she was relentless, a fury of strikes that kept him on the defensive.

Miguel, seeing Robby struggle, called out from the sidelines, extending his hand. "Robby! Tag me in!"

Robby's hand reached out to meet Miguel's, but before they could connect, the girl intercepted, her leg sweeping through the air to kick Robby's hand away. Without missing a beat, she slammed a punch into his stomach, sending him stumbling backward.

"Point! Winner, Team Pantera!" the referee declared, and the gym fell into stunned silence.

The announcement hit like a physical blow, the crushing defeat settling in as Miyagi-Do's loss put them on the verge of elimination after their first match. Clementine, her frustration mounting, could barely look at the team as they regrouped. Disappointment lingered in the air, a heavy weight that none of them could shake off.

Miguel stormed over to Eli, his jaw clenched and frustration written all over his face. "Eli, why didn't you tag in Kenny when you had the chance?" His voice was sharp, laced with anger. Clementine was close behind, her face tight with irritation, her eyes narrowed. "That was a dick move," she added, crossing her arms and glaring at him. Eli rolled his eyes, unfazed by their reproach.

"He just got here. You expect us to trust him?" Eli shot back, his tone defensive, his eyes flashing with irritation. Clementine exhaled sharply, her frustration bubbling over. "Seriously?" she snapped, her voice thick with disbelief. "We're doing this right now?"

Before Eli could respond, Kenny, who had been standing nearby, took a step forward, his expression hardening into a glare. "Trust me to what?" he said, his voice low and biting. "Not get my ass kicked like you and Demetri?" He raised an eyebrow, a dark smirk pulling at his lips. Clementine was silent for a moment, her gaze flickering between the two, then she raised an eyebrow in agreement. Kenny wasn't wrong.

Demetri, his temper already on edge, sneered at Kenny. "Oh, yeah? Like you'd do any better against Spanish Hawk? You disappeared after the Shittening and conveniently reappeared right when Silver showed up. You really want to tag in a mole?" Demetri's voice was accusatory, his eyes sharp as he shouted in Kenny's face. He glanced at Clementine, his words pointed.

"Demetri! Enough!" Clementine barked, her anger rising. She stepped forward, her hands clenched at her sides. "Are you serious right now?" she said, her voice a mix of disbelief and frustration. Kenny, his anger unrestrained, glared right back at Demetri, ignoring Clementine's attempt to defuse the situation.

"I fly all the way out here to help us win, and you won't even give me a chance?" Kenny shot back, his voice rising. "Everyone laughed at me in the woods, but somehow, I'm the bad guy?" His words cut through the tension, making everyone pause. He took a step forward, getting even closer to Demetri and Eli, his frustration evident in every line of his face.

Eli stepped forward, his expression conflicted but leaning toward agreement with Demetri. "He's still pissed. It makes sense he'd want revenge," Eli muttered, nodding as if trying to justify his earlier actions.

"Say something, you-" Kenny started, getting right in Eli's face, his fists clenched.

Before things could escalate further, Robby stepped in between them, shoving the two apart with force. "Hey!" he yelled, his voice sharp and commanding. "This isn't about Kenny. I'm the one who lost the match. Me," he said, his anger taking a different direction as he turned away from the group and walked off, his footsteps heavy with frustration. Clementine watched him go, her eyes flashing with irritation at Eli and Demetri.

"Both of you-get your act together," Clementine snapped, turning back to face Eli and Demetri. Her voice was firm, a mix of exhaustion and exasperation. She didn't wait for them to respond before she began to walk away, but as she did, Eli scoffed behind her.

"Says the one who slept with the enemy," Eli shot at her, his words venomous. The comment froze Clementine in her tracks, her heart sinking. Robby, who had been walking away, stopped too, his body stiffening as he turned back toward her. "What?" Robby asked, his voice barely above a whisper, his confusion evident.

Clementine turned slowly, her throat tightening. "Wh-what?" she stammered, her voice shaking as she tried to process Eli's words.

"Yeah," Eli continued, his voice laced with sarcasm. "I overheard you and Alison's conversation. Our rooms are connected, so are our bathrooms." He crossed his arms and looked at her like he had just uncovered some great truth.

Clementine felt her stomach drop, the weight of his accusation hitting her like a punch to the gut. "I-I-It was a mistake," she stammered, her voice faltering as she tried to explain herself. "Plus, Robby and I are broken up... He slept with Zara," she said, her words barely above a whisper.

Eli rolled his eyes, his expression dripping with disbelief. "Yeah, sure," he muttered sarcastically, as if he didn't believe a word she said.

Robby, standing nearby, frowned deeply, his face a mask of hurt and confusion. He exchanged a long, lingering look with Clementine, but neither of them spoke. The tension between them hung in the air like a thick fog, both of them too stunned to say anything else.

Without another word, they parted ways, their footsteps echoing in the silence as the weight of the conversation lingered, unresolved.

Clementine leaned against the cold metal railing of the balcony, her fingers gripping it tightly as she stared out over the bustling arena below. The hum of the crowd, the noise of the ongoing fights, felt distant in that moment. Her mind was occupied with other things-specifically, the confrontation she could hear happening down below. Tory and Zara were in the middle of a heated argument, and from the way Tory was holding Zara's phone, Clementine could tell it was about to get ugly.

Tory's voice cut through the air, biting and unforgiving. "It's true! Zara's secret is she's a two-faced bitch who doesn't give a shit about her sisters unless it's to steal their boyfriends!" Her voice echoed through the arena, loud enough for everyone to hear. The words were sharp, and the way she spat them made it clear that Tory wasn't holding back.

Clementine, who had been standing there quietly, couldn't help but feel a sense of vindication. She'd known something wasn't right with Zara for a while, but hearing someone else finally call her out felt almost satisfying. Despite everything, Clementine didn't know how Tory had found out about her and Zara-maybe Kwon or Jackson had spilled the beans, since they were both on the same team as her-but she didn't care. Tory might be on the opposite side, but at least in this moment, she was on her side.

Tory, with a final sneer toward Zara, glanced up toward Clementine and winked. The unexpected gesture of support made Clementine's chest tighten, but she nodded in acknowledgment, grateful despite the strange circumstances.

Before Clementine could process what was happening below, she heard footsteps approaching. She turned slightly, her posture stiffening when she saw Kwon strolling up to the balcony, that signature cocky grin plastered on his face.

"Hey, Clem," Kwon greeted her, his voice smooth with that flirtatious edge that Clementine had grown all too familiar with. He leaned casually against the railing next to her, his shoulder almost brushing hers. His eyes sparkled with mischief. "You've been looking pretty good tonight. Maybe we should talk more... about last night."

Clementine's heart sank at the mention of "last night," the memory of their impulsive and regrettable kiss still fresh in her mind. The way Kwon said it made her stomach churn, as if he was just trying to brush it off as no big deal. She wasn't sure if he genuinely thought it was nothing, or if he was trying to play it off for his own amusement. Either way, Clementine wasn't in the mood to entertain it.

She immediately pushed him away, stepping back as though the mere proximity made her skin crawl. Her voice was cold, her tone final. "Last night was a mistake," she said, her words leaving no room for ambiguity. "It won't ever happen again."

Kwon's eyes narrowed slightly, and for a moment, his grin faltered. But then, his expression hardened into a smirk. He leaned in a little closer, speaking in rapid Korean under his breath. Clementine didn't need to know the entire language to catch the tone and the words that were meant to sting.

"Stupid girl," Kwon muttered in Korean, his words dripping with condescension. "You think you can just pretend like nothing happened?"

Clementine's stomach twisted with frustration, the sting of his words cutting deeper than she wanted to admit. She didn't understand every syllable, but she knew enough. He was mocking her, belittling her, making her feel small. And she hated it.

Before she could respond, she felt the weight of someone else approaching. A voice, low and firm, cut through the tension. "Hey."

Robby's voice reached her first, and her heart leapt as she turned to see him striding over, his face set in a tight line, his eyes flashing with concern. He stepped in front of her, blocking Kwon's view of her, and immediately the atmosphere shifted.

"Back off, Kwon," Robby's voice was sharp, commanding, and there was a clear threat in his words. Kwon stepped back just slightly, clearly not expecting Robby to intervene, but his posture remained unfazed.

Clementine's gaze flickered between the two of them, her chest tightening. She couldn't remember the last time she felt this much discomfort. Kwon stood there silently for a beat, his eyes still filled with that same arrogance, but Robby didn't budge, keeping his body firmly between them.

Robby turned to her, his face softening as he met her eyes. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice gentle, but there was a tinge of worry underneath. His concern for her made Clementine's chest ache with the complexity of their situation.

She took a shaky breath, trying to calm herself. "Yeah," she said quietly, though the words felt hollow. She didn't feel "okay" at all. "I'm sorry. I know we're broken up, but I swear it was a one-time thing."

Robby's gaze softened, but he gave a small shake of his head. "No, it's okay," he said, his voice low and accepting. "Me and Zara... I don't even remember it."

Clementine froze, her heart racing as Robby's words sank in. She looked at him with furrowed brows, disbelief clouding her thoughts. "What do you mean you don't remember it?" she asked, her voice coming out in a hushed tone. "If you don't remember it... sounds like she took advantage of you."

Robby's face shifted slightly, his eyes narrowing as he processed what she said. For a moment, there was a flicker of confusion on his face, and it made Clementine's stomach churn even more. Was he really this oblivious to what had happened?

Before Robby could respond, Kwon, who had been watching their interaction closely, scoffed. "Please," he muttered under his breath, "She's just trying to make it all about her."

But Robby wasn't having it. He glared at Kwon, his face hardening with anger. "Shut up, Kwon," he snapped, his voice laced with warning. "You don't get to talk like that. Not now, not ever."

The tension between them thickened, and Clementine felt like she was suffocating in the middle of it all. The memory of last night-the kiss with Kwon, the aftermath, the mess of emotions-was overwhelming. But it wasn't just the kiss. It was everything.

Robby turned back to Clementine, his eyes softer now, though the hurt was still evident. "Clem, I... I don't want this to be something that drives us further apart," he said, his voice quieter now, full of sincerity. "But if it was a mistake... if it's just about that one night, I get it. You don't have to apologize."

Clementine swallowed hard, her throat tight as she struggled to find the right words. The weight of everything felt unbearable, and she knew they weren't close to having all the answers. Not yet.

She turned away for a moment, looking out over the arena again, the noise of the crowd suddenly deafening in her ears. Everything felt wrong. She could feel Robby's eyes on her, but for once, she wasn't sure how to look at him, how to make it better. How to make any of this make sense.

It wasn't just about last night. It wasn't just about Kwon or Robby or Zara. It was about the mess they'd both created, and the uncertainty of whether or not they could ever put the pieces back together.

And deep down, Clementine knew one thing for sure: she wasn't ready to let go. Not yet. But was Robby?

ASH SPEAKS!!!

robby and clem... back together maybe next chapter? ;)

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