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Happy New Year!

You're probably like didn't she just update like a day ago?

Well here's another because I love you all so much💗

Chapter 27 Happy New Year!

Krystal's POV

Well the holidays were officially over.

Which meant our annual New Year's party.

Honestly given everything that's happened this past year my only resolution was to try and stay sane. I also didn't understand why we were even throwing a party, it seemed like bad luck always fell upon us when we did.

But my mother insisted, drowning herself in party planning. She didn't even acknowledge what I'd told her on Christmas Day. Once again she was going to sweep it under the rug.

"Krystal darling I need you to give these invitations to your friends," mom handed me a stack of envelopes. "It's really for their families."

"Do I have a choice?" I muttered.

"Don't forget!" She trilled.

I called the only two real friends I had, Cheyenne and Rosie, who were back from their glamorous vacations.

Rosie was glowing from her tan and Cheyenne's aura was so bright it was blinding.

"I'm glad you two had a good holiday," I said bitterly.

"The best!" Rosie chirped.

"Well I won't spoil your moods with my sour one. Here. Invitations for a party."

Cheyenne studied the invite. "New Years?"

"Yep. My mom throws one every year. Very big. Everyone will probably come."

"They're great," Rosie backed me up having been to one herself. "They set up this huge clock in the front yard before midnight and we all count down to New Years."

"Give one to Sebastian too." I shoved another envelope her way.

"I gotta go," Rosie pulled on her coat. "My moms been bugging me to unpack. She said she won't let me go to the party if I don't."

"Ok. Bye girly," we hugged and she left.

Cheyenne sat on my bed. "Tell me about your break."

"Please. This is a story you don't want to hear."

"I'm listening."

"Fine. The worst. Josh and I broke up. My dad is the grown up version of a fuckboy. My mom is stupid or naive or maybe a little of both."

"That sucks about Josh," she commented. "What about the baby?"

If I hear that question one more time...

"What about it? I'll get full custody obviously. He'll pay child support. No biggie."

"Josh might want joint custody," she points out.

"Well he's not getting it," I respond fiercely. "I'm the one carrying this baby for nine fucking months, not him. I'm the one who's going to push it out my fucking vagina. Not him."

"Sorry I spoke," she holds up her hands apologetically. "Is that really all that happened on break though?"

I shrugged. "Reese and I hung out."

"Oooh. That reminds me, you owe me more of you guys friendship story."

"You don't give up do you?"