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-13, pt. I

Sahar's face was contorted, in pain, as her toes began to screech out in horror, not being able to hold her body weight for longer than three seconds. However, Sahar had been on the tip of her toes for the last three minutes, struggling to bring her eye in level with it's looking-piece.

Her balance wavered, her tongue slipping out from between her lips, as she continues to look for their two figures, clad in black and mysteriousness. Her heart thudded, with more aggression, the sound increasing in her ears, but as she continued to spy, she failed to see the two boys.

"You have monitors for a reason," Kelsey mumbles from behind Sahar, where she squatted, her hands firmly holding Sahar's waist, in an attempt to reduce risks of an accident. "Why can't we just use the fucking monitors?"

"This is more exciting, Kels. I can't even see them, but I swear I can hear footsteps," Sahar whines, squinting as she continues to stare at nothing but the pavement before her door. The small pattering of footsteps ringing throughout the hallway stop.

"What, can you see them now?" Kelsey frowns, confused at the sudden silence. Sahar watches for another moment, before deeply sighing in confusion.

"No-" A head full of golden looks appear scarily close to the door, a deep set of orbs peering intently at the glass piece, as if it wasn't one-way. Sahar squeals, flailing her arms in shock. She stubs her toe, hissing as she tumbles into Kelsey's small frame, and they both tumble onto the floor in a heap.

On the other side of the door, Sam and Jack halt their hushed conversation, hearing the crashing thud, and both stare intently at the door, before Sam slaps Jack's chest, regaining his attention. Jack blinks rapidly, before rolling his eyes.

"Sam, let's just go insi-"

"No, we need a game plan."

"You're sick."

"You're single for a reason, Jack."

"Quite rich coming from you."

"Ja-"

"I'm knocking now, fucking prick," Jack huffs, swiveling from his friend. His raises his balled fist to the door, but it opens before he can bring his knuckles to contact. There's a hiss, and a grumble, before his eyes meet her shimmering globes.

"You're supposed wait for him to knock." And the door slams shut. Sam snickers wholeheartedly, as a small smirk tugs at the corner of Jack's lips. He knocks one, quick knock, before the door opens leisurely, and two jubilant profiles come to view.

An angled leer surfaces on Jack's face, no matter how hard he strives to conceal it, and his heart waltzes in his chest as she returns the heartfelt expression. Jack sucks in a sharp breath, ignoring the ringing in his ears, as he ignites a conversation.

"Is this the bit where you," Jack blinks, as his fingers find their way to the peak of his head, aiding to his irritation, "let us in?" Sam beams proudly at Jack, for his relaxed composure, but before Sahar could invite them forth-

"Or do we only converse over tampons?"

"For God's sake, Samuel," Jack mutters, squeezing his eyes shut, as he rubs his temples. However, the two girls only laugh, Kelsey pulling the door wider open.

I will come back and edit this and add part two to it later, but I'm going through something right now, and have decided it's no longer right of me to delay my Wattpad life until I've fixed myself.

I've been getting plenty lovely feedback and polite requests for an update, so here it is. This was written a while back but I didn't want to post it until finished and edited, but it's well deserved.

Sorry it's crappy!
-papiwrites 🌷

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