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As soon as the concert ends, elena is sitting there in shock. taylor swift is not as bad as she thought she was.
alana sighs from next to her, looking down at her phone. elena asks, "what?" and alana shakes her head.
"it's my best friend. he's blowing up my phone about drama in his life that he got himself into. i just told him to fuck off," she responds, showing elena the text.
jump off a cliff I am embarrassed. Please help. I am done for, Alana. More than anyone else. laughed atbyalana!
alana fuck off 👍 by jump off a cliff!
"is he a bot? 'i am' instead of 'i'm' and thumbs up ah," elena chuckles.
"oh, that's him. have the cops on speed dial," alana tells her, and elena's eyes widen as she watches her jog over to some unfamiliar man that elena wants no business getting involved with - especially with the glare he just shot her. like, what the fuck did she do? then again, he's glaring at everything.
men.
she quickly puts the cops on speed dial before turning to stella, who's just sitting there in awe. "gracie abrams and taylor swift, the women you are." she sighs dreamily. "actually..."
"hm?" she hums out, her eyes occasionally flickering over to alana. her eyes widen when she sees them standing way too close. "one sec," she tells stella who rolls her eyes. she stands up and shouts, "seven-foot grumbler and five-foot slut! six feet, bitches!"
