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"so, let me get this straight. karla valetin—our boss—kissed you?!" madeline asked.

gwen nodded.

"and you didn't pull back or stop her?"

"well... no," admitted gwen.

"and she said that it wasn't a mistake?"

"yeah..."

"gosh girl. do you know how big is this?" madeline rubbed her temples, glancing back at gwen staring at her teacup.

gwen fumbled with her sweater sleeve. "oh, maddie! what i am supposed to do? how am i supposed to face her in person now?"

right after last night's "incident"gwen had reached for her phone and texted madeline in a nervous frenzy.

Uh Madeline?
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maddie 💃🏾🤎
mhm?

*sent image*
Help me please ☹️

I don't know how I got into this situation
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HOLY SHIT😦😦

YOU SERIOUS RN???

HOW THE HELL DID VALETIN GET IN YOUR BED???

i should've known you were freaky gwen😏

No no no! it's not like that 😞

It's a lot to explain believe me

Can we please meet somewhere tomorrow?
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ofc ofc

didn't even know you could pull like that gwen

shii you must've done her good she knocked out😭

I swear it's not like that 🥲
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those very text messages lead the two girls here: sitting at a random coffee shop, talking about gwen's (suddenly complicated) love life.

madeline took a sip of her latte and sighed. "well, let's think. you've had crushes on people before, right? what do you usually do then?"

gwen frowned. "uh, well... my last official crush was in my sophomore year. i just force myself to get over it and call it a day."

"wow. i can't even get mad at that answer," madeline mused. "but sophomore year girl? that's sounds, well... pitful."

"what do you want me to do then?" pouted gwen. "i texted you to help me, not make fun of me."

"okay, okay," giggled madeline. "well, this isn't high school, so anything's possible. since she's already kissed you and everything, i think the best solution would be to sit down and talk with her."

gwen shook her head vigorously. "i can't do that! it's gonna be so awkward! i could barely talk with her before, what makes you think i could now?"

"you've got to talk to her somehow or else things just get more awkward. before you know it, she'll never speak to you, you get heartbroken, you start crying and—"

she looked up to see gwen's concerned face."just... just listen to my advice. i know what i'm talking about."

the freckled girl sighed and pulled her sleeve over her hand. "are you sure? i'm putting all my faith in you right now."

"here, look at it this way: she clearly likes you enough to kiss you, so i think the best step is to talk out your feelings with her. you don't want this kind of thing to be rushed."

"okay, if you say so," agreed gwen, sipping her tea. "maybe i'll try tomorrow or something."

madeline clapped her hands together. "the sooner the better, right?"

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meanwhile on the other side of town, ezra and karla sat next to a bar with drinks in hand.

"i'd never felt anything like that before— and it was just a kiss!" described karla, throwing her face in her hands.

"you sound like a love-struck 12-year old, and should you really be drinking again?" ezra pointed out. "is that not how you got into this situation in the first place?"

"this shit can't even make me drunk." shot back karla, taking another swig of her drink. "what the hell am i supposed to do now?"

"holy shit," chuckled ezra. "you're totally whipped. and here i was, thinking that this would be a fling or something."

"shut the fuck up, ezra." karla groaned, regretting her choice of telling ezra and the subtle pounding in her head. "can you at least help me talk to her rather than sitting on your ass?"

"you asking me for help? man, i should've recorded that! hold on, can you say that again?"

karla pressed her fingers against her temple. "oh my god, you're such a dick. i'm only asking you since you're friends with her. this is a one-time thing."

"fine, fine. don't get your dick in a twist." ezra swished his glass of whiskey in his hand. "honestly, she's really sweet, so just talk to her outright. i don't think it's that serious."

"so i walk up and say something to her? that's... really awkward to think about."

"well damn," ezra sniffed. "you don't have any room to be picky. you literally made-out with her while you were drunk and didn't even ask if she was okay with it. let's also not forget that you put a knife to her throat not too long ago."

"okay, okay. i get it," karla said, exasperated.

"and don't forget when i got you from the infirmary, you were literally humping a pillow in your sleep and had a boner. i have a feeling i already know who you were dreaming about anyways.

"in conclusion, you're down bad," he finished.

damn. why is he dragging me right now? thought karla.

"okay, ezra. please, i get it. can you at least help me?" she pleaded.

"well, take my advice and do what i said. stop by the infirmary tomorrow and talk to her. you're a mafia boss, what do you have to worry about? and don't be an ass to her."

"now when have i ever—"

"stop lying to yourself," deadpanned ezra.

"alright," admitted karla. "what do i do after that then? i can't walk out like nothing—"

ezra rolled his eyes. "don't stress out about it and say something to her before things get out of hand."

karla hummed at his words and stared at her drink.

how the hell is this going to go?

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