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Chapter Twelve
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Maybe: Nika Mühl (Save Contact?)
Today
This is Nika Don't forget tmr gym 2pm 10:57pm
most people start with a 'hi' or 'how are you doing' yk Read 10:58pm
I'm not most people 10:58pm
ok croatia how'd you get my number anyway Read 10:58pm
Aubrey 10:58pm
i love how you translate ur lack of personality into ur texts Read 10:59pm
Whatever Don't forget tmr gym 2pm 10:59pm
i won't i literally work there Read 10:59pm
Ok 10:59pm
you're such a dry texter oml Read 11:00pm
Created New Contact: Croatia (🥶)
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"Jerk," Ariana muttered under her breath, switching her phone off after awaiting a response from Nika. The woman hadn't replied in minutes, leaving the younger on read. Azzi's door creaked open, her slides rustling against the floor as she entered the kitchen. Upon spotting her roommate leaning over the kitchen island staring blatantly at her phone, she nodded towards her in question at the scowl on her face.
"What's up with you this time 'a night?"
"Nothing. Have you and Paige made up yet?" Ariana asked, watching her roommate pick a popsicle from their fridge. Azzi was in her pink polka dot robe with her hair wrapped up, eye masks under her mascara free eyes.
