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(🌷) → mavis santos wasn't the type of pretty that made you stop and stare. she wasn't the type of smart that awed ivy league schools. she wasn't the type of girl that made you want to be around. she wasn't the type of girl that became someone...
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(🌷) mavis sat in between nick and zach as chris and matt approached with their lunches. they've all become closer since rosalie's pool party and she's never been more thankful.
"okay, great, now that you're finally here, i can tell you guys what i've planned," rosalie rubs her manicured hands together and her bracelets jingle together.
"wait."
zach holds out a hand and after a few moments, he moves to stand up.
"sit your ass back down."
"just messin' with you, williams."
"anyways," rosalie shoots a glare at zach and leans her forearm on asher's thigh. "mommy and daddy have been really busy for the past few days and what-not, you know this," she points at mavis. "and they said this guy owed him something because daddy caught him shooting a guy and he'd be really fucked if boss dude found out."
"what the fu-"
"hush, it's irrelevant."
faith, zach, asher, and mavis nod along and the three boys look very alarmed. the four are used to hearing about rosalie's dad's crazy job. let me rephrase that, illegal.
"anyways, daddy said this guy has a super nice house out right in front of crane beach. it's a beautiful house and daddy said i could take some friends out there for a week during spring break. soo, do you guys want to go?"
"hell yeah!" zach fist-bumps rosalie. "let me tell my mum. she'll say yes."
asher was already furiously texting his mom and the triplets had their necks craned down to their phone, asking their parents. faith whispers into her phone and nods along to whatever her dad is saying.
