Domestic bliss
I know how bad you wanted it
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Fezco.
Nate Jacobs' twin sister.
What could possibly go wrong?
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Contains strong language.
Warnings for the usual Euphoria stuff (more details in the first part).
For mature audiences only!
I didn't know it at the time, but Fez was falling in love...
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Rereading the paragraph for the fourth time, Grace realized there was no way she was going to finish the paper today. She puffed out her cheeks and glanced through the tall window across the room. It was dark already. Should she just call it a night? She checked the time on her phone, lying on top of a pile of school books. She had four unopened Instagram DMs from Jayden, one of the guys from the gym she often sparred with.
She leaned back in her chair, unlocked her phone with a quick combination and opened the app.
The first two texts were from an hour ago.
where r u
jim misses u
She bit her lip, smiling. She doubted Jim, their coach, really said that. He liked her well enough, but wasn't the over affectionate type.
Her eyes wandered to the next text, from ten minutes ago.
party at kyra's tonite.
you better be there, bitch
Grace raised her eyebrows, her toes curling in excitement - a party was just the thing she needed, but hadn't realized. Something to take her mind off the bruises, forming around her collarbones, some excuse to leave this fucking house. She needed to get fucked up tonight. Bless you Jayden, she thought giddily.
when?
ayyyy
she lives hahah
Grace rolled her eyes, but her smile stretched wider.
