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CHAPTER 13:
-HUNG UP-

❝ think of me when you're out, when you're out there, I'll beg you nice from my knees. ❞

- all I wanted was you by paramore
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ASTONIA'S POV: LIMO

I hopped into the vehicle after Jenna, immediately laying on the cushioned seats beside the door. I groaned and turned, feeling the bruises on my back scream in pain once I layed on my back.

"Well... that didn't work out, did it?" Gemma spoke, turning on the back TV to display the news broadcasters already stationed at the museum Jenna and I had just returned from. There was still smoke and ash visible in the air, fires being extinguished as we speak.

The broadcaster was interrupted by a buzzing noise coming from the drivers section. Jenna crawled over to the opening, peeking through the small window separating Gemma from us.

"Who's that?" Jenna questioned.

"Ms. Ong, it's for you," Gemma paused, then spoke again, "Oh, and you too, Agent Ortega." Gemma flipped a switch, and the voice of an irritated Finn Wolfhard was heard.

"You both certainly blew it. Literally! My father isn't even dead!" He groaned, "He's in our hospital wing. A few bruises and a few scratches but that's it, why an explosion? That's a horrible tactic."

"Nice of you to assume we'd bomb the place!" Jenna fiercely yelled back.

"What? You mean, that wasn't planned?"

"Yeah, it wasn't! We're not that stupid to destroy a whole museum to murder your father! He isn't that impo-"

"What she's trying to say is that we did not bomb the place; a third party decided to show up." I interrupted, hand on my head to keep it from exploding from the migraine I was having.

"Fucking buzzkills."

"You're a fucking buzzkill! How did you even contact us!" Jenna spat.

"Woah, calm down! I don't even know who you are,"

"I'm the girl who saved Astonia from your petty ass."

"Ohh, her girlfriend... right."

"What the fuck did you ju-"

Suddenly, another ring from the driver's section came, and Gemma switched the caller.

"What happened?" My father's concerned voice rang through the limo, "And why are you laying down on the sofa like you're dead, Astonia?" Gemma must've put him on hologram mode, meaning he could see everything that was happening in the limo, including Jenna's fuming, tear-stained face, along with my barely concious body.

"She was injured during the impact, but she'll be alright," Jenna explained.

"You both rush over here as soon as possible to get yourselves cleaned up; especially that ghastly gash you've got there, Agent Ortega."

"Huh? Wait, let me see," I immediately shot up, eyes locking with Jenna's. Nothing could distract me from those enchanting eyes, except for the huge cut above her eyebrow that leaked out blood, "Holy shit- Gemma, tissues, quick!" I hurried.