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chapter two!

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❝lemonade❞

❝lemonade❞

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the backseat car door slams shut after jordyn carefully picks up her baked goods. elsie, being the biggest help she is, only holds onto the brownie platter while jordyn carries the pie, peanut butter cookies, and four dozen cupcakes that she made last minute. her heart racing because all of the platters and dishes were stacked on top of each other and she didn't trust herself enough with it.

both walk along the inner side of the long driveway up to the front door. elsie's parents were... well, rich. 'they're defense lawyers for important people' elsie tells jordyn but jordyn believes that they are on the inside of the mafia or something bizarre like that.

while on the way to the front door, elsie curses to herself by the number of cars she sees. "i really hope that all of these cars aren't randy's friends." her eyes check the backs of the cars and she sees a good amount of vehicles with the same sorority sticker plastered on their bumpers. "thats it. i'm going to fucking murder him."

𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄, matt sturnioloWhere stories live. Discover now