sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ sᴘᴀʀᴋs.

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴇʟᴇᴠᴇɴ
"ᴛᴇʟʟ ʜᴇʀ"

ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘ, ʙᴀʀ ɴᴏᴀʜ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀᴅ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛʜʀᴏᴏᴍ, ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ sᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴀ ʟᴀʀɢᴇ ᴛᴀʙʟᴇ.

They had all finished their breakfast and Aspen had to leave for another scene shoot in a few minutes, Noah offering to drive her.

The lift dinged from across the large hall, Aspen's eyes catching on who walked it for some reason, their eyes also meeting hers.

"Fuck me," She cursed, sinking into her seat, and trying to hide in the top of her jacket, as Reneé and Alia looked at her in confusion, before looking back at eachother with a small chuckle at their friend's behaviour.

Their laughs stopped when they saw Jenna approaching the three girls, looking around the table in a panic.

"Fuck," The actress whispered to her friends, as she tried to hide in the booth seats, taking her bottom lip into her mouth, "Do you think she saw me?"

"Well," Ren bit into her bottom lip, not so subtly glancing over to the brunnette who was getting closer, before being cut of by Alia.

"She's coming over."

Aspen cursed under her breath, eyes finding Noah's car keys that were lazily thrown over the table and snatching them into her hands, before hurriedly getting up, "Tell, Noah I'm waiting in the car?"

She didn't even wait for an answer, before rushing off out the front reception doors.

"Aspen!" Jenna called out from where she had stopped in her steps, the girl pretending that she hadn't heard her ad she continued her journey out the doors.

The singer rolled her eyes at the girl's behaviour sighing slightly, while they both decided to stand up too, "She's gotta stop hiding from her problems."

The brunnette actress rolled her eyes as she approached the two friends of the girl she had been trying to talk to. 

"Can- Can you guys give this to Aspen?" Jenna reached to search through her pocket, hands finding the small peice of jewellery that she had managed to fix up.

Al rolled her eyes, having already gained a disliking for the actress, folding her arms, as she turned to face Jenna, the other girl deciding to do the talking, "I think you should give her that yourself."

Jenna sighed, playing with the bracelet in her hands, and fidgetting with her fingers, "Yeah, I don't think she wants to talk to me."

"Yeah, I wouldn't either," The brunnette said with a small sigh, arms still folded across her chest, as Reneé elbowed her, making her let out a small overdramatic wince.

She looked at the shorter actress with a reassuring small smile, appreciating the gesture that she had done for her friend, "Just try."

Jenna sucked in a small breath, sighing and putting the bracelet back into her pocket, "Right. Can you at least tell her I'm sorry?"

The two girls looked to eachother, with a look of agreement, as if knowing what the other was thinking, Alia being the one to voice their thoughts, "You can tell her that yourself, sweetcheeks."