❝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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come over (again) - crawlers
Chained by your expectations I want you to know,
I see how you used to be before you knew me,
I'm just so sick I can't even look at myself,
It's a mental hell when you said.
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OUTER BANKS.
LAIA'S POV
Disembarking from JJ's motorcycle, I found myself standing in front of the detention center. The rain had subsided, and the sky had cleared up, offering a brief respite from the earlier downpour.
"We'll meet up later." JJ said, and I nodded. We had different missions in mind – I would head to Shoupe's office at the police station, while JJ would visit John B.
I tried to reason with him, suggesting we could avoid his harebrained scheme altogether. I offered to barter Limbrey's desired item for the concrete evidence of John B's innocence – the very recording she possessed. But no, he insisted we play our cards in our own unique style. Translation: he wanted to stir up some trouble, but the fun kind. And, well, I couldn't resist.
So now we find ourselves with our respective plans: my 'tactic: eat the aunt' and his 'operation liberation.' Oh, what a duo we make.
As I walked toward the entrance, he called after me, "Remember, play it cool. Don't give Shoupe any reason to lock you up, too."
