❝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...
' You want to hate me, but you can't. I know, because I feel the same way about myself.'
IMMEDIATE FORGIVENESS.
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"
mascara - deftones
I feel soon I will sink into you,
What do you think?
'Cause there's still blood in your hair,
And I've got the bruise of the year.
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OUTER BANKS.
LAIA'S POV
Back at the chateau, we decided to go full pioneer and craft our own bonfire in the sprawling backyard shared by John B and yours truly.
As we scavenged for wood and fashioned our fire pit, the mood began to shift, morphing into a blend of camaraderie and mischief. Laughter bubbled up, mingling with the crackle of anticipation in the air.
Pope and Kiara were in their own world, exchanging glances that were anything but discreet, while JJ and I... well, let's just say our unspoken tension could've powered the bonfire itself. His glances my way didn't escape my notice, and neither did the way my stomach did somersaults in response.
"Alright, who's the marshmallow master?" JJ's voice cut through the gathering dusk, his eyes alight with a mischievous glint. I met his gaze briefly before feigning nonchalance and looking away. Can't have him thinking he's got the upper hand, even if those piercing blue eyes make it hard to concentrate.
"Laia and I are on it!" Kie declared, already elbow-deep in the bag of supplies we'd brought while the boys were busy playing lumberjacks.
