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//chapter forty-seven • can't just waltz in
HER PARENT'S PARTY is not going to be what Kie planned. It's already crawling under her skin, frustration boiling her stomach. Everything she had put in place, down to the last little detail - she could feel it come apart.
Cleo and Pope couldn't come, for something Denmark Tanny related. Pope said he'd tell her more, but she didn't ask. John B and JJ still weren't answering her texts. They got progressively more threatening as the day went. As often, if neither one of them was answering, it meant that they were together. Doing what? She was scared to ask, to be fully honest.
Which meant that as of right now, Kie and Spencer were drinking alcohol-free drinks- Her mom nearly had her head when she tried to get anything else- and clearly bemused by the whole ordeal.
"Can we blame Pope?" Spencer asks, playing with her straw. "I mean, it is his legacy, and all that."
"I'm trying not to," Kie says. "I just wish something else would prioritize, for once. Not even me, just checking in on each other, and being together- and yet you're the only one who showed. Is it weird to say I miss when we were all actually friends?" Kie scoffs softly to herself. "I just feel like all of us are always separated. We barely do anything together."
"I get it." Spencer nudges her a little. "But at least I'm here and you look hot, so who's missing out now?"
Kie put on a stripped tie top, along with one of Spencer's jean skirts. She'd braided small braids into a crown on her head, and on her neck her wore her normal bead necklaces.
She smiles at Spencer. "You know how to butter me up."
"It's an art," she shrugs in answer, taking a sip of her drink. Spencer herself had on a orange corset-like top, and black flowy dress pants that used to be her other mom's, her short blonde hair pulled half up. She was mostly avoiding Mike Carrera's gaze, because the man had been glaring at her all night.
Over the speakers, the slow drawl of the beginning chords to "Night We Met," blossomed over top the chatter at the party. Kie grinned at the sound and turned to Spencer.
"Remember when we watched 13 Reasons Why and traumatized ourselves at like, thirteen years old?" Kie asked with a not-so-traumatized smile.
Spencer pressed her lips together and hummed. "I do. Mama Nora got mad at you for letting me watch something on Netflix that was out of my age range."
"It was out of mine too." Kie defended and a chuckle. Her brown eyes flicked over Spencer before she put out a hand. "Come on."
For a second, Spencer didn't understand.
When she did, her eyebrows pushed together and she glanced behind Kie to where Mike Carrera had been standing, judging the blonde girl all night.
