Chapter 5

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The first week went by pretty quickly, as I got adjusted to the new school. It was certainly easier because I shared most of my schedule with Lukas and Maya. The only class period we don't share was last period in which I had Painting.

And of course, who do I share that class with but golden retriever bad boy Jason. Honestly I don't get why they call him a bad boy.

I mean sure he's got the emo punk thing going on and he's known for the occasional vandalism, but , boy oh boy, that guy drinks his respect women juice daily.

It was Friday, and painting class was just finishing up, when Jason approached me.

"Hey, Jessica."

"Yes?"

"So you and that Lukas boy are getting rather friendly?"

Oh no, please don't bring the jealously spiel. I had faith in you.

"Yes, what of it?"

"Well, I was just thinking...Do you think you could talk to him and see how he feels about me?"

Ok, I retract my assumption.

"Do you have a crush on Lukas?"

Jason silently nodded.

"And you want me to play wingwoman and confess for you. If you want my opinion, I think you should talk to him yourself."

"Well...I mean...I could...but-"

"Trust me on this, as someone who used to stutter uncontrollably every time I'd talk to my crush, and as someone who has been the point of many many many love triangles, it's better to just get your feelings out there and get it done with."

"I'll think about it, but I need time."

And with that the bell rang. Perfect, time to go shopping with my two new besties.

I go out to meet them at the curbside outside the football field where Lukas said his adoptive mom was picking him up. Coincidentally once I get there, a white minivan pulls up to the curb.

"Hey mom" Lukas said as he took shotgun while Maya and I slid into the back. In the driver's seat was a woman who looked as though she was about 28. She had red hair and brown eyes, and I could've sworn her lipstick had a pale firey tint.

A/N: Can you guess who it is? 😏

"Hey sweetie, hi Maya." Lukas' mom looked at me through the rear view mirror "You must be Jessica, Lukas' new friend."

"Yes, thanks for the ride Ms. Leighton"

A/N: At least that's what I think her last name is. Correct me if I'm wrong

"You can just call me Melissa. So to the mall then?"

And Maya and Lukas did their best impression of British knights going off to war "To the mall then."

During the car ride, there was a small text alert from Melissa's phone, as Lukas notified her "Mom, it's her."

"I'll respond to her after I drop you kids off. Oh, look at that, we're here."

We pull up to the mall, as Melissa lets the three of us out and after telling us she'll be back at six she drives off.

"Alright, Jessica" Maya exclaimed "It's time for Y/N Greystone to die. Let's get shopping

One Jumpcut later, I find myself in the fitting room trying to get a blue floral print 50s dress, but I can't seem to reach the zipper in the back.

I hear Maya knocking on the door "you okay in there"

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I hear Maya knocking on the door "you okay in there"

"Yeah, but I'm having trouble zipping it up"

"Can I come in and help you?"

"Sure"

Maya then entered the changing room, closing the door behind her.

I felt a chill as her cold hands touched my lower back. Yet, at the same time they felt nice.

I looked away, trying to hide the small blush on my face which in my mind was way worse.

All I could think about was my hips warming those cold hands of hers. That's when I feel my dress tightening as Maya zips my dress.

"Thanks"

"No problem."

Maya and I both stare in the mirror

"You're so beautiful-" Maya begins to say before correcting herself "I mean the dress looks beautiful-good on you."

One shopping montage later, we leave the mall with a few new aesthetics for me. Cottagecore, Goth, Vintage, we couldn't decide on one so we got a bit of everything.

Lukas and Maya insisted on paying for everything, despite my protests.

Things are starting to look up.

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