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The second elena takes her first step off of the bottom step of her staircase, she's bombarded by reggie and his entire friend group - that is filled with frat boys - along with the smell of weed, vodka, and cheese pizza. she gags at the strong scents.
"reg, you didn't tell me we'd have-"
she's interrupted by one of his friends, thomas. "yo, looking fine as fuck today, lena baby."
elena gives him a dirty look - when she catches him staring at her breasts - and crosses her arms over her chest uncomfortably. "thanks, i guess."
"no problem, baby," he replies, smirking around the toothpick he has between his teeth. if he was anyone else, she would find this attractive.
she walks over to the kitchen and grabs the bottle of pink whitney she had left out the entire night. she, for some reason, doesn't care about that, though. she takes a big swig of it before setting it down on the counter again.
"ew, elena, that was left out the entire night," marcus madden, one of reggie's friends, comments.
"mind your fucking business. how about that, asshole?" she spits, taking another big swig of the liquid while staring at him.
he throws her a genuine concerned look before turning back to the tv.
"where's that guy?" reggie asks, leaning his elbows on the white counter. "i would like a name, though." he pulls out a sticky note and a blue pen.
