(S1) CHAPTER 4

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 BELINDA: He irritates me even when he's not here. The audacity that man has. I'll tell you everything when I get home, people can't hear it.

EMMA: Well damn, alright then.


{ AT HOME WATCHING TV }


*ping ping*

(She opens her phone to see a unknown number text her)

???:  Meet me right now at my house *ADDRESS*

BELINDA: No.

???: Excuse me?

BELINDA: I may have blonde hair, but i'm not bout to be the typical white chick that gets herself killed for doing exactly what the killer tells them to.

WYATT: It's Wyatt...you're so stupid.

BELINDA: i'm slowly getting it from you.

WYATT: A stupid person wouldn't be able to run a mafia.

BELINDA: Well, they got you.

WYATT: ..... you know what i'm not arguing with you right now.

(she leaves him on read)

WYATT: Don't leave me on read.

WYATT: I leave you on read.

WYATT: HEY!


BELINDA: I'm the stupid one?? Geez, he acts like a child.


{IN THE CAR DRIVING ON HER WAY} 

BELINDA: SOMEBODY COME GET HER,SHE DANCING LIKE A STRIPPER!1 SOMEBODY COME TIP HER, SHES DANCING LIKE-

SKKRT

BELINDA: Who the fuck leaves a box in the middle of the road...

(she gets down and gets closer to the box. She opens it to see two little cats. One was white with brown eyes, and the other one was black, with really unique eyes)

BELINDA: You poor guys.. You're coming with me!

(she drove to the nearest pet store and bought cat essentials. She put everything in the car and drove to the given address)

BELINDA: Omg..

(she's standing outside a gigantic house with a beautiful black gate. She parked and went up to the door. "press button")

DING DONG          *bzzt*

WYATT: is it you, Belinda? 

BELINDA: nah, its yo momma. YES IT'S ME OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR-

WYATT: ... *bzzt*

(she rolls her eyes. After a good two minutes, he opens the door)

WYATT: Did you-

(he stops mid-sentence to see her holding the box and bags)

BELINDA: Move move

(she shoo's him as she placed down the items)

WYATT: Come on in.



END OF CHAPTER 4




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