❝Lai, you're really pushing your luck tonight.❞
❝Luck is for the weak, J. I prefer calculated risks.❞
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forget quadratic equations; Laia's equation is more like "Revenge = Fun + Chaos."
armed with sarcasm, a knack for misch...
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young - vacations
Another day goes by,
And where was I?,
Didn't think I'd still be here,
Just to make things clear.
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OUTER BANKS.
LAIA'S POV
Sunday rolls in, the sun deciding to grace us with its presence like it's the star of the show. I find myself in the esteemed company of Pope and Kiara, and the absence of JJ is more noticeable than a cat in a dog park. I briefly entertain the idea that he's still sulking about our epic showdown, but then reality hits me like a rogue wave—he actually has a job on Sundays. Good for him. Really.
We find ourselves lounging in front of the Cameron mansion because, you know, Sunday traditions and all. Why? Don't ask me; ask Kiara. I swear, she's got a master plan for everything, and I'm just here for the chaos.
Pope plops down on the grass beside me, and as if he's the designated spokesperson for my dramatic life, he decides to bring up the JJ-sized elephant in the room.
"I mean, we haven't been hanging out with you and JJ." Pope observes, stating the obvious like he's unveiling a groundbreaking discovery.
Oh, the tangled web we weave. Ever since that kiss happened—a kiss that I'd rather forget—Kiara and Pope seem to have hit it off splendidly. Meanwhile, JJ and I have been avoiding the dynamic duo like they're carrying the plague, especially after our not-so-friendly neighbourhood fight.
