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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋.
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STANDING ON 'VIDEO 2C's ROOFTOP THE VIEW OF THE PANDEMONIUM WAS PERFECT. People were talking, gossiping, clutching their bags for dear life, some even crying, while clamoring for an answer at the same time. And all of that because our beloved Alpha decided to make a reappearance.
To fill in the blanks, I was in my room reading my copy of 'Othello' peacefully when Derek barged in, explaining the situation to me. Therefore, ─typically so─ we couldn't miss the party and drove there, stopping to alert Scott as well. To top things off, in the middle of this whole charade was Lydia and Jackson. Although for some reason this did not surprise me.
The strawberry blonde damsel in distress was sitting on the back of the open ambulance, as her knight in shining armour stood next to her, his big hand caged inside her two smaller ones, as he heatedly explained to the Police that he had no idea who the assaulter was, screaming his demand to go home.
"What part of 'I'm fine' are you having a problem grasping?" His irritating voice reached my ears, "Okay, I wanna go home."
"And I understand that─" The Sheriff began before Jackson cut him off.
"No, you don't understand, which kind of blows my mind, since it should be a pretty basic concept to grasp for a minimum-wage rent-a-cop like you!" He insulted, "Okay, now, I wanna go home!"
Despite the Officer's rising heartbeat, his exterior remained calm, looking down at Jackson with a slightly clenched jaw before another voice overlapped both the tense pumping of hearts and even the sirens.
