𝐔𝐩 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝙎𝙊𝙎𝙎 𝙊𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨

Drowning In Love (Part 2)

Harper sprinted up the staircase of Bailey's opulent house, heedless of her name echoing through the halls. Unaware of Bailey's desperate pleas, she abruptly halted and collapsed onto the couch in the upstairs living room, tears cascading down her anguished face. Sensing her profound sorrow, Bailey tenderly settled beside her, extending a compassionate embrace to provide solace in this moment of despair.

"Don't cry, Harper. It's his loss," Bailey reminded, her fingers delicately tucking strands of Harper's hair behind her ear.

"B-But I love him," Harper muttered, her voice barely audible, as she gently wiped away her tears.

"I know, babes. But it's my fault, I shouldn't have invited Lexi to my party," Bailey confessed, her gaze slightly faltering. However, a question suddenly arose in her mind.

"Listen, Harper, I know Griffin and Lexi used to date, but what's the real tea, like I've never seen exes act like them before," Bailey inquired.

"Well," Harper began, her voice trembling slightly.

"So, like, Lexi and Griffin met in Kindergarten, you know? And they became like, besties and stuff. But then, in 5th grade, they started liking each other in a more than friends way, and by the end of 6th grade, they were officially a couple."

Bailey nodded, captivated by the tale.

"Griffin told me that they thought they were meant for each other, and everyone thought they would be that couple who would stay together forever. But then, after like 6 months, Lexi switched to some fancy private school, and not long after, Griffin dipped and moved to Sulphur Springs." Harper explained.

Bailey questioned further, "Lexi's mad because he moved?"

"She's mad because when he moved, he found a new love. Me... or so I thought," Harper revealed. "I guess Lexi feels like they didn't really break up," she confided.

Bailey's eyes filled with empathy, understanding the depth of Harper's words. "That must of hurt, what you saw a few minutes ago," she acknowledged.

Harper nodded in agreement, her voice quivering with sadness. "It did. I think she's winning him back," she confessed, her face contorting in anguish as tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Pookie..." Bailey whimpered, her lips forming a pout as she pulled Harper into a tight embrace. Harper's arms wrapped around Bailey's neck, while Bailey's encircled her waist, offering solace in their shared sorrow.

Suddenly, A perplexed 18-year-old boy emerged from his bedroom, only to be greeted by the unexpected sight. "What the hell happened?" he inquired.

Bailey refused to let go of the hug and responded with a sneer, "Just go, Blythe."

The boy rolled his eyes and descended the stairs to the kitchen, where he discovered his mother cleaning the counter. He grabbed his keys from the table.

"I'm heading to Nash's house, and Bailey's friend is crying," Blythe declared with conviction as he strode down the hallway. With a resolute gaze, he pushed open the front door.

"Blythe, Wha-"

The door closed abruptly before Mrs. Moody could finish her sentence. Worried, she set aside her white rag and made her way up the stairs, only to find her daughter and her supposedly upset friend.

"Harper, Honey, are you alright?" Mrs. Moody inquired as she approached.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," Harper replied, distancing herself from Bailey and wiping her tears away.

"Are you sure? Should we call Mom?" Mrs. Moody asked.

Harper shook her head. "No, it's okay."

"It's just some love drama," Bailey reassured.