𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 ꩜ 𝙟. 𝙡𝙞

chapter two: naked fighting

☆ CELESTE ☆

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I can't believe what just fucking happened to me. One moment, I'm about to make out with Jordan, and the next, I'm stuck in Marie's shadow as she saves a woman's life.

I can only sit and watch as Marie is praised for her actions, and I can't help myself from wanting to tell her how proud of her I am. Eventually, she calls a cab, and we head back to the dorms. We walk in, and I see two sides of the room. One is completely decorated, while the other is rather boring. I see a girl sleeping on the decorated side's bed and conclude that the boring side is Marie's.

I take a mental note to help Marie decorate her room once all this is sorted out and I'm free again. As Marie changes into something other than her blood-soaked clothes, I quickly pull out my phone from my back pocket and see multiple unread messages, oddly mainly from Jordan. Weird. I've never seen them text me so many messages in a row, not even when we were best friends. 

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Piece of Shit (AKA Jordan)

Hey, we are leaving, where are you?

Celeste?

Hey we gotta go like now 

Celeste?

Fuck we are leaving where are you?????

Are you alive at least???

Look I'm sorry about tonight, can we talk about it in the morning?

Celeste can you just answer please so I know you are safe

Celly????

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I see two more messages, one from Cate and one from Andre, both just asking if I made it home okay, but I can't help myself from going back and reading Jordan's messages. Do they actually care? I keep rereading the last message. They haven't called me that in ages, a nickname they gave to me the first week we met freshman year. We were messing around after watching Heartstopper and were talking in British accents.

"Well, ello, Celeste, or shall I call you Celly?"

"Why yes, you can call me Celly, and I shall call you...Jelly!"

"Oh no, not Jelly, I'm allergic to jelly, well, strawberries actually, but still."

We both giggle at our bizarre and weird interaction. 

"Jordan?"

"Hm?"

"I think we are going to be best friends."

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Jordan is such a protective person, and I know from their texts that they are freaking out right now. I so desperately want to send them a message back, letting them know I am okay, but I can't. My phone was in my pocket when I jumped into Marie's shadow, and that's the only reason I can use it right now. A few things about being in someone's shadow: