𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝙶𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜(𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙼𝚎)

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗

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song of the chapter: karma by taylor swift

"karma's a relaxing thought. aren't you envious that for you it's not?"

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I knocked on my brother's door one night, having left behind a record in his office. He answered the door, his face red.

"Hey, I just need to go into your office to get something," I said, pushing past him. I saw Juliette in his bed, which caused me to raise my eyebrows. "Hey, Juliette."

"Hi, Aurora," she greeted, her cheeks pink.

"Get what you need and go," Aaron told me.

I furrowed my eyebrows, pacing into the office. He followed me in and closed the door behind him. I studied his face, realizing what was going on.

"Oh my God," I realized.

"Not a word," he warned me.

"Okay, I'll get my record and go," I smiled, going over to his record player and picking up Norman Fucking Rockwell. "Sorry, I wanted to listen to it tonight."

"Couldn't have waited for tomorrow?" he challenged, sighing.

"No," I shook my head. "This is my favorite album of hers. I think Jack Antonoff might've been the best music producer of his time. It was actually nominated for album of the year, and the title song was nominated for song of the year."

"That's great, Aurora," he mused, but I don't think he was listening. "Why don't you go to your room and listen to it?"

       I glared at him, pushing past the boy and walking out of the office. I left his room and went back to mine, putting the record on.

     I sighed, staring at the fabric of my dress. It was pink, and the skirt puffed out, patterned with lacy white flowers. The bodice laced up in the back like a corset, and the sleeves were stitched with lace.

    It was one of my favorites. Aaron had actually gotten it for Juliette back when she was in the asylum, but I convinced him to give it to me.

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"Nothing happened," was the first thing Juliette said to me when we stepped onto the elevator the next day. "Nothing happened between Warner and I last night."

"I don't care, I just wanted my record," I informed her.

"I'm serious," she insisted, her cheeks pink. "I told him . . . I told him I was attracted to him, but that was it."

"Jules, I don't need details, I seriously don't care," I groused, shaking my head. She nodded awkwardly.

The doors opened, and we stepped out. I froze when I saw who was in the training room. I looked to Juliette, wondering if she knew Adam and James were showing up.

"Hi," Juliette acknowledged.

"Hey," Adam said, looking away.

"Hi, James," she beamed.

"Hi!" he chirped, standing next to Adam. "This place is so cool."

"It is," Juliette agreed. "Have you had a chance to take a shower yet? The water is warm here."

"Oh, right," he nodded. "Kenji told me about that."

"Why don't you get washed up?" Juliette offered. "Aurora can show you around the locker room and bring you some food."