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Chapter 9

Javier

When I reached home after the party, I staggered and flopped on my bed.

It was hard holding up the "Oh, Zann, I'm still yours" facade while I liked Claire.

Claire sat on the edge of my bed.

Suddenly, a moan came from Justin's bedroom.

I frowned.

Yvonne wasn't here tonight, and I knew Justin couldn't have made it home himself, so...

Claris.

Oh no.

I got up from the bed.

"Hmm, Jave? What's wrong?" Claire asked, seeing the frown on my face.

I loved it when she was concerned.

She looked prettier than she already was.

"Moan. Justin's room." I related and opened the door, moving to Justin's bedroom with Claire at my heels.

I rapped the door in three quick, short successions.

"Justin! Let me in," I yelled.

The moaning continued.

I jiggled the door handle, but it was locked.

"Here, let me do it," Claire offered.

She took out her hair pin and inserted it into the lock.

Luckily she wasn't a robber. If she was...

That thought was a bit too terrifying to entertain.

She focused on it and twisted the pin a few times.

I kissed her temple as her hair slide fell a bit. 

"there we go," she said as the door slowly opened.

And I wished I could close it.

Justin and Claris were on Justin's small bed, clothes on, but they were making out...

To the extent where Justin's hair looked like it had seen better days.

"Justin!" I yelled, but they were too absorbed in tasting each other.

Ew.

I cleared my throat and they jumped apart like electricity had shocked them.

Yes!

I glared at them.

Claris was now fully sober, a far cry from her tipsy self at the party.

Well, I guess being with Justin had made her sober.

"What are you doing? Justin, you have a girlfriend. Yvonne. She's gonna be so upset when she finds out-"

I never got to finish that sentence.

"Find out what?" Yvonne asked, holding a mug of coffee, which was for Justin.

"Err, nothing, Yvonne, uh, we-" I frantically sputtered anything, anything to keep her right there.

How I wished that Zann was here, with her eloquent nature and carefulness to drive Yvonne off.

Yvonne walked in and gasped.

She dropped the mug and it landed with a splintering crack! on the floor.

Was the floor okay?

Yvonne screeched with anger and I winced. My ears...

Justin looked so guilty that I thought he would be forgiven by Yvonne like she always did, because he had so many flings over the past few years.

Oh no.