VIII. the grapevine

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labyrinthine !- *̥˚ chapter 8 THE GRAPEVINE  *̥˚-story © : _fa3ry

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labyrinthine !
- *̥˚ chapter 8 THE GRAPEVINE *̥˚-
story © : _fa3ry

labyrinthine !- *̥˚ chapter 8 THE GRAPEVINE  *̥˚-story © : _fa3ry

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"THAT'S IT FOR TODAY!" Scott announced.

After Charlotte packed her things up, she was reminded by Scott's clamorous announcements through his megaphone.

"Last thing, for the cast, don't forget you all are attending a formal mixer this next weekend."

Mason groaned, pulling his head back, along with the curls around his head leaning downwards.

Scott noticed the negative reactions from the group, reprimanding them, "Act professional, there are a lot of scouts looking for talent around there."

Tristan walked up to Charlotte, nudging her arm. "Here's your chance to a record label." he squealed.

Charlotte daintily smiled, finding the difficulty to show any emotion after the conversation she had with Miguel. It was as if her muscles were intentionally pulling down on her urge to show Tristan a soft grin.

"Yeah." She quietly chuckled.

Tristan's smile swiftly fainted as he noticed the saddened expression on Charlotte's face. He grabbed her arm, making her stay by his side.

"What's up?" He asked.

"I'm fine, don't worry."

"It's not about him, isn't it?" Tristan raised a brow.

"I really don't wanna talk about it."

"But you seem like you do." He persuaded.

Charlotte sneered, taking her things in her arms. "Fine."

Tristan's eyes lit up, wrapping his arm around Charlotte. "I'll treat you to coffee, so you gotta tell me everything."

Jacob and Miguel stood behind the two, carefully observing how they interacted. Miguel shook his jealousy off, reminding himself that Charlotte and Tristan are merely friends.

"Not long ago, that was you and her." Jacob joked around, collecting his belongings into his bag.

Miguel hardened his jaw, deadly staring at Jacob.

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