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PPC X ROMANTIX | Episode One

Pretty Punk Cherry is set in 2010/2011. Priscilla is set in 2013. So, we're going to meet halfway and say this is an alternate universe where their timelines meet up perfectly in 2012. This is KKN era Cherry and Harlow, and current era Priscilla and Halen, as of updated chapters. They're not together. But, in possible future collabs, as the original story progresses, they will be.

This is multiple parts.

Enjoy the meet cute of the first episode and don't forget to vote and comment along if you enjoy - Ayla.

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PRISCILLA WOLFE

"Beauty, must we go? Can we just not turn the car around?"

"Halen, it's Blue's birthday. He likes you and he wants you there. Besides, it's one night out..." I grab Halen's tense wrist where it flexes against his knee and place it on my thigh; putting his eyes just where I want them. On mine. I don't hold his hand, but I think about it for the fourth time tonight, wishing I could. "What's the worst that could happen?"

"Priscilla, we are talking about Blue. The probability of a bad outcome with any decision he makes is 98.6%. He is ridiculous." He argues flatly, obviously not in the mood for my encouragement or support.

"You--" I gawk at him, leaning back toward the car windows pattering with rain, "You little shit, you did a behavioral analysis on him didn't you?"

He kisses his teeth and looks out of his window, pouty like a baby.

I swat him lightly, "I told you no more experiments or whatever it is you do! It's creepy! You can't just stalk people--"

He looks back at me, lowering in his brows like he's offended, "It is not stalking. It is close observation in the home that we share to determine behavioral patterns and to see the way our roommates conduct life on a day to day basis. It's for their own benefit. And mine. It helps me understand them better and I see things they can't possibly recognize."

"Seeing things they can't recognize? Are you forgetting that when you stalked-"

"Observed."

"Stalked." I press, "Daisy Mae for an entire day, she was running around the manor terrified, jumping around every corner waiting to see you watching her? And then, when you gave her the report that she didn't ask for, you told her that she needed to get tested for ADHD, when she's already diagnosed!"

"And had she not been diagnosed, I would have been right on the ticket. I am correct." He says so with that sly confidence, sticking his nose in the air and adjusting his cuff-links, "I always am. That's why we get along so well. I have been observing you in the same way since we met. Since before that, since I saw you online. Why do you think I was able to help you so much?"

"Oh, I'm sure you did." I press my lips together, looking ahead, "I'm sure you did lots of 'observing' me... with your dick out and a tissue box near by. Dirty old pervert."

"You drenched this dirty old perverts face last night. Let us not be petty, my dear." He wiggles his black tie straight, "It's a losing game for the both of us."

I roll my eyes and silently agree, crossing one leg over the other and trapping his hand in the warmth of my thighs.

But, I catch his side eye with one of my own and he one-ups me by snaking his palm as high as he can go; sending flutters between my legs that I know he feels and swells with pride about. Albeit, he won't show it.