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𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐃 - 𝐒𝐓 𝐉𝐔𝐃𝐄'𝐒 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋

𝟕𝟏𝟗 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝟖𝟐𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓

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𝟖:𝟎𝟎 𝐀𝐌

"so, today i have communications, african american history--"

"wait are we--"

"what? no! i was just thinking, since we've done it a couple of times, we need to be alert. theres no telling who, what-- was watching or know." kléo whispered.

she sat on top of the table, "after all, if you want to stick close by.. you'd do what i say."

"right," obie bit his lip, "you dont happen to know where aki and max are right now, right?"

"should i care to ask? they aren't my concern right now." kléo admired her french tips.

"theyre with audreys dad and jessica bradley," obie winced.

"jessica bradley, like the woman audreys dad cheated on keeks with?" kléo sprung up.

"exactly," obie straightened his face.

kléo then spotted monet and luna. 

"be a dear and go fetch?" she tilted her head in their direction.

"fetch?"

"uh yeah? hurry before they leave!" she smiled.

once obie left to grab the girl, kléo checked her phone.

@gossipgirl: good morning upper east siders. gossip girl here, your one and only source into the scandalous lives of manhattan's elite. pardon the throwback, but im feeling nostalgic today. on that note, there's nothing quite like having someone who knows you better than you know yourself. someone who knows the old you, the new you and everyone in-between. but what about the poor sous sans a tried-and-true? a ride-of-die? especially those of you who show up for yours, when they don't bother showing up at all? for those, i have a little advice. no matter how close you feel to someone, how much trust you may have, how much you feel connected in the end it doesn't matter. after all, the road to hell is paved with the best intentions. my intentions, to be exact.

"great, youre here." kléo quickly set her phone down.

"this better be quick, im already late because someone tried to show up and give me offering. although i love lemon-lavender scones." monet scoffed.

"audrey and the three stooges had dinner with her dad this morning, get this.. the side chick was there!"

"wow, thats really--"

"im not done. im going to find out everything i can. especially the fact that julien knew way before audrey did." kléo grinned.