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𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞.
___________ ౨ৎ ___________
𝐓𝐖
BROOKLYN sat cross-legged on the plush carpet of Spencer's kitchen, her nose buried in a thick textbook titled "Advanced Chemistry." Despite the cozy setting, the tension was palpable as the four friends gathered around the large, gleaming island.
Hanna's giggle cut through the silence like a knife slicing through warm butter. She looked up from her phone, her eyes dancing with mischief. "I saw you with Noel, he's so into you," she teased, gently nudging Brooke's shoulder with her own.
Brooklyn sighed, lifting her gaze from the textbook. "Hanna, no," she replied firmly, a hint of exasperation in her voice. "He's just a friend. I was helping him with his English project."
"Come on, Brooke, don't be so modest," Hanna said, her voice thick with playfulness. "You guys looked like a match made in heaven. Besides, you know I have an eye for these things."
"Trust me, Hanna," Brooke said, a hint of irritation creeping in, "it's not like that." She closed her book with a thud and sat up straight, her eyes meeting Hanna's. "Can we just drop it? I'm not looking for anything more than friendship right now."
Hanna's smile faded, her eyes searching Brooke's face for any signs of doubt or hidden feelings. "Why you're hot, he's hot," she said gently, her voice filled with genuine concern. "Where's the problem?"
Spencer, who had been quietly sipping her tea while taking notes, put down her pen and leaned in. "Maybe she just doesn't feel the same way, Hanna," she suggested, her gaze shifting between her friends.
Brooke nodded in agreement. "Exactly, Spence. Sometimes people just aren't into each other that way." She paused for a moment, then her eyes lit up. "Speaking of which, what about your smoking hot boy from the country club?" she asked, turning to Spencer. "You've been suspiciously quiet about him."
Spencer blushed, her attempt at hiding her smile failing. "Well, he's more than just a boy from the country club," she corrected, a soft laugh escaping her lips.
Aria leaned closer, her curiosity piqued. "Good, tell us more," she urged, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
Spencer giggled shyly, her cheeks flushing a soft pink. "He's actually pretty amazing."
Her mother, Mrs. Hastings, walked into the kitchen, her heels clicking against the marble floor. She was dressed impeccably, her blonde hair styled to perfection, and she carried an air of poise that was both intimidating and comforting.
"Girls, where is Emily?" she asked, her eyes scanning the room. "I thought she was coming over to study with you tonight."
Spencer's heart skipped a beat. She had hoped her mother wouldn't ask about Emily, but she knew she couldn't keep the truth from her forever. "Um, she texted me," she said, her voice sounding more confident than she felt. "She said she'll be here soon."
