CHAPTER THIRTY NINE

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nolan_moyle Just because what?
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stassiegreen gotta keep you on your toes

luca.fantilli Too cold🥶
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stassiegreen like ice baby
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rutgermcgroaty Ice ice baby🗣️

user1 literally the most beautiful person ever i stg

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rutgermcgroaty Do them dirty on the dance floor
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stassiegreen hot potato minus the potato
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user2 WHAT😭😭

lola.thompson just because we're hot ig

lola.thompson seriously have my children
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stassiegreen im pergart
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mackie.samo Yeah

dylanduke25 Anastasia Lucille Green, the term 'just because' means you are doing something, just because. There is no justification behind one's actions.
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stassiegreen the middle name too?
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user3 Dylan out here 🔥🔥🔥

markestapa When were you guys in my bathroom?
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sofia.commm when luke finally did take his dairy pills
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user4 no need to expose my baby like that😔

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alyssabrown01 you are so beautiful omg

lhughes_06 Why are you in a bathroom?
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stassiegreen when he comments😱

sofia.commm wifey is wifey-ing

sofia.commm if you squint you can see the engagement ring
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markestapa Get out of my bathroom.
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sofia.commm no🤣🤣
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stassiegreen too much time around rut sofia. too much time
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lola.thompson no i love you or anything markie???
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rutgermcgroaty I just violently threw up everywhere

nick.granowicz Walk em like a dog

stassiegreen literally every one just came in their pants
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lola.thompson what??🗣️🗣️

dylanduke25 Lola Rose Thompson, the term 'just because' means you are doing something, just because. There is no justification behind one's actions.
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lola.thompson you are my least favorite

user7 she makes me proud to play trumpet

umichhockey our favorite band member
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sofia.commm stas, auto caps. please.
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umichhockey sorry😔
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user8 sofia is such a mom😭😭😭
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lola.thompson she is mother
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lola.thompson no bathroom bc mark kicked us out☹️
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sofia.commm he deserves the pen box
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markestapa I literally had to pee.

stassiegreen i love you so much

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stassiegreen i cant
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sofia.commm we too fresh

rutgermcgroaty Hey! I'm the brand ambassador for a toilet company and we would love for you to try one of ours out!
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sofia.commm talk to luke not me

dylanduke25 Sofia Renae Amara, the term 'just because' means you are doing something, just because. There is no justification behind one's actions.
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user9 I LOVE YOU

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IT HAD BEEN a week. A week that she wasn't sure just how she mentally handled. A love that she hated to submit to, keeping it a secret was like a deep blue trying to peak into the golden light of the day. It was quite possibly the longest, yet shortest seven days she experienced. The preparation for her first semester finals has her waking up to a puddle of drool on her medical books, had painted maroon circles under her eyes, had her unstable emotional state skyrocketing. She felt bad for Lola, for having to listen to her mumble terms to herself into the night while she was trying to sleep.

To her surprise, on that dreaded Monday afternoon after she had finished her class and made her way towards Yost Arena, Luca had caught up with her. Of course she remembered what happened just the previous week, how she cried at the feeling of his lips against hers not only because of how good it felt, but because for a moment, in her hazed state, she imagined it was him. And for some reason, Luca was the one apologizing, asking if she was alright, if she needed anything. It made her heart break because, she was the one that asked him to kiss her. She knew that nothing would be awkward between them, but nonetheless it made her yearn for something more.

Luca had comforted her– and the feeling of his lips was oh, so familiar to the ones she felt on her skin the night of the party before Thanksgiving break. She had yet to know the full story of that night, the full story of just why Ethan had acted the way he did. And for the life of her, she couldn't remember if she had properly decided if it was entirely his fault or not. The blonde girl, who's name she had already forgotten to the best of her abilities seemed off to her. But even then, she didn't know the eniretly of their history.

And it didn't help matters that Ethan was still making her skin crawl and her heart ache in the most delightful yet churning of ways. The way he looked after practice, with his hair damp with sweat and his cheeks flushed– his presence, his aura, his everything. She didn't know how much more she could handle. Her forearm was practically screaming at her to stop when it was late at night and Lola still hadn't made her way back to their dorm from her late night band rehersals, the images of Ethan between her thighs was all that occupied her mind at those times.

But the sexual frustration wasn't the only reason why this week was just so damn difficult; she cried herself to sleep more times than she could count. Because, as much as she wanted to come undone on his tongue, with his touch sending bolts of electricity up her spine, she needed his heart to belong to her, like hers belonged with him. It was quite the painful situation, the line that separated her body's needs and her heart's desire, she found the task of trying to study for her semester finals burdensome.

The soft melodic melody of Santa Monica Dream by Angus & Julia Stone carried off into the atmosphere of the room like pollen drifting along the waves of a soft Spring breeze. Anastasia hunched over her desk that was at the end of her bed, her lamp shining just the perfect amount of light on her text books that were hand-me-downs from her mother. Her glasses kept on slipping down her nose, and her clothes didn't seem to lay against her skin comfortably. Her bare feet were cold, and her mouth remained dry, no matter how much water she drank. Lola laid on her bed, her brown curls encircling her head like the darkest of halos around the silk of her pillow. A rustic piece of paper held delicately between her fingers– an enlderly music score that she was assigned to study, memorinzing its hermonic patterns and chords, something that Anastasia never understoond, no matter how many times her friend tried explaining it to her.

It was overcast that day, the sun never finding itself able to escape the shield that the grey clouds provided on the city below. Yet, light still made its way onto the brozed grass that filled the courtyard outside the freshman dormotories. Fallen leaves littered the once perfect lawn, finally being able to join their friends that had left them prior, the branches of the trees naked. It was Anastasia's version of a perfect autumn day– despite the studying portion.

A groan of annoyance was something that broke her focused state on her notes. "I hate minor chords," Lola shifted her position on the bed, her head dangling off the edge of the bed as her legs were propped against the wall. Anastasia blinked, for the first time in what felt like forever, a smile tugging on the corners of her mouth, "Music therory not your friend today?" she sarcastically retorted, not peeling her gaze from her book, remembering every word that Lola had rambled about how stupid the subject is. "When is it ever my friend?" She questioned to no one in particular, creasing her eyebrows together in concentration as she scanned the various notes that were marked on the page.

Anastasia knew how lucky she was to have obtained such a friend. Lola Thompson was a rarity, a diamond admidst the too common coal. Their personalities were the perfect combonation, some traits they shared, and some traits that peeked out when the other lacked. Anastasia could picture Lola being in her life until she laid on her death bed when they bonded over their misunderstanding of math in eighth grade.

"How's yours coming along?" Lola questioned, referring to her studying. She knew how her friend got during finals, the stress she put on herself, all unnecessary and out of the blue. Stassie went to respond, but the sound of her phone vibrating against the pale wood of her desk interrupted the words that got lost in translation.

pretty boy <3

Answer Decline

She felt her breath hitch in her throat just at the sight of his name appearing on her phone. She had always meant to change it. And to her dismay, she felt blood rush to her cheeks, out of excitement, nervousness, anger, hurt, longing. Every possible emotion that the human mind could comprehend, Anastasia felt herself become buried in them. Lola tilted her head out of confusion, which was still laying off the edge of the bed. She parted her lips to speak, but at the sight of her best friend, who sat at her desk speechless, (which was never a common occurace for her), she knew who was calling. "Answer it," a hint of sternness was laced in her tone.

After hearing about what happened between Stassie and Luca, as she held her friend in her arms as sobs racked through her shaking body, she was tired of it. The sexual tension that you could cut with a knife whenever they were in the same room, or even when they went out to dinner with their entire friend group, the silent pleads of love that she mumbled in her sleep. It hurt her heart seeing her in all disarray, by something she couldn't fix herself, the hurt and agony that came with one's first love.

Anastasia's eyes fluttered to her friend, who motioned for her to answer the phone before it went to voicemail. "Answer the fucking phone Anastasia," She held her hands up in defense, before she pressed the green button and put the phone up to her ear, her breath uneven and shaky. "Hey," she breathed out, mentally cursing herself for how she sounded. A beat passed, and her palms grew sweaty as her fingers gripped the phone almost impossibly tighter. She didn't know why she was the first one to speak when she was the one still waiting for an apology, but her heart was growing to eager.

"Are you still up for that drive?" he qustioned, and she couldn't pinpoint exactly his expression. She didn't know if he was smug, nervous, or irritated. And that only spiked the overthinking that she tend to do. Her shoulders dropped as she released a breath she didn't know she was holding. She got up from her desk, and without hesitation slid on a pair of slides. "Uh, sure," she stated in more of a question form. Lola, still in her position on her bed gave her friend a reassuring smile, grace and tranqulity in her pearly whites. She didn't completely forgive Ethan for what he had done, but she had heard about what he said. Mark had told her how he broke down in his arms, his tears soaked his shirt. Lola felt her heart constrict at the story.

Her chest felt a pressure that was unknown, and her stomach fluttered in anticipation. "I'm out front." He spoke into the phone, before the line went dead. He knew that she would say yes. Anastasia pulled the phone away from her ear and just stared at it like it was a misunderstood painting. Her lockscreen being a picture of him laying on her chest, she could never get herself to delete their photos no matter how much pain he caused her. Her throat closed up, and her mind was racing. The base of her skull pounded in thought, and she could feel the oncomings of a headache.

Ethan Edwards wasn't just a drug. He was her drug, and she was the lucky addict. His presence made her fuzzy, like the sound of sparkling water pouring on ice on a warm summer day. Or the smell of rain that had yet to come, the rolling sounds of thunder that echoed across the land, down the valleys of mountains. He was her lifeline that was finally helping her breathe, not trying to kill her like he once was. To her, he was the equivalent of flowers being bloomed, the feeling of waking up on the first day of summer, the morning doves cooing their mate and everyone around them to wake up to the brightness of the sun. He was her union. He was her oasis that willow trees surrounded.

Like an angel helping its ghost, "Anastasia," Lola spoke, sitting up and crossing her legs underneath her, sitting in the center of her bed. Obsidian hair fell in front of her face, causing her to tuck it behind her ear before she looked at her. "If you need me to come get you, just text me. I'll be there to kick his ass if needed." The sound of her reassuring quiet laughter calmed the pounding that rested at the base of her skull. Anastasia tighted her lips into a smile, muttering out a quiet "Thank you." She didn't know why she felt so emotional, or why she felt the need to cry once again.

She felt pathetic– dressed in nothing more but a sweatshirt and shorts with her hair undoubtedly frizzy from the consistancy of her running her fingers through it while she studied. The maroon that was painted under her eyes, that was thankfully covered by her glasses that she didn't like to wear– except when her eyes needed a break from her contacts.

And before Lola could even blink, the sounds of her walking down the hallway was all it took for her to close her eyes and hope that he could finally save her friend. To Lola Thompson, Anastasia was a tresured stargirl who was of the upmost of beauty without knowing. Not only exterior, but interior as well. Her kind heart that felt things a little to intesely, her mind that never failed to fascinate her, and soul that was pure like the untouched waters of the deep Pacific. She knew that from the moment she asked if Anastasia understood quadradic functions, only to be met with a dumbfounded look, they were destined to be sisters. Their souls laced in the most beautiful of ways.

Lola inhaled deeply through her nostrils, and hoped that Anastasia, who was too much like her sister, could be saved from this love drought.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

kinda cliffhanger? kinda filler? idk

short authors note bc i don't wanna spoil too much now🤫🤫🤫

also all the TRADES???? i cant keep up with them

don't forget to drink water, take your meds, and masturbate 😘😘