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jess marinao x phoebe madonna delgado
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In which Jess and Phoebe are both new to town; Jess as the newest troublemaker and Phoebe as an apparently changed girl.
an: this is much more speech heavy than other chapters!
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࿐࿔*:･ﾟ「 THE DRAMA DIVAS ! *:･
"I'M SORRY BUT WHAT!?" Bly questioned, glaring daggers at Felicity opposite her.
"You seriously hooked up with him again? What is this some crappy drama? When you're dead — you're dead. He was out of your life, you were doing soooo good. He was dead to you Fliss."
Felicity shoved her head into one of the many fluffy, pink pillows on her bed. "I'm sorry." She grunted.
Anna, Bly, Phoebe and Felicity were once again gathered around Felicity's room after school. It had been another tough Monday and they were all reviewing the happenings of the previous weekend. When Phoebe been watching rom-coms with Harry (she'd final,y got him to admit he adored them), the rest of the girls had attended a party, one where Felicity had ultimately hooked up with a worthless ex.
Phoebe avoided parties generally now, it was a new rule, an easy way to avoid the temptations of alcohol.
"Sorry won't cut it." Said Anna.
"Yeh, what if your preggars?" Suggested Bly, a horrified expression on her caramel features.
"Preggars? What is this new slang I've missed out on?" Phoebe cocked her head to the side and took a long sip out of the Diet Coke Felicity's mom had brought up for the girls earlier.
Bly shrugged. "Just trying something."
"Well it doesn't work." Retorted Phoebe.
"Yeh it sucks." Anna agreed.
"Shut up guys." Butted in Felicity. She chucked a stuffed animal at Phoebe's head.
"OWW!"
"Anyway, I'm not pregnant guys it wasn't that uhhh— um wasn't that intimate." Fliss blushed, a vibrant pink splattering her cheeks.
All three of her friends let out loud and exaggerated sighs of relief. "Well that's good."
"Yeh what reassurance." Phoebe said, words dripping with venomous sarcasm, earning a repetitive 'teacher' glare from Anna.
"Look at it this way; as long as she isn't carrying that devil's babies we can all die peacefully." Settled Bly.
