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As soon as Anaya hits the snooze button on her alarm, as if automatic, the soft guitar melody of Sick Of Losing Soulmates floods her room, letting a small smile pierce her lips as she stumbles around — yanking her skinny black jeans up her legs and shoving on an oversized hoodie. She stuffs her feet into her converse and grabs everything she needs, plugging her earphones into her phone before stumbling out of her dorm room, the song still softly flowing into her ears. Humming along with it as she begins to think, the lack of her morning caffeine involuntarily churning all the gears in her head.
Anaya likes to think that she's a lot like Gretchen Wieners; she knows many people's secrets — old friends', new friends', her mom's — but she can't shake Ifa's suspicious glares from yesterday. Was it wrong of her to lie? Or was she just protecting herself from the false and baseless accusations that were sure to follow? She doesn't know, and it's killing her.
Shaking her head to get rid of her thoughts, she pushes the door open to the Lounge Room, sighing. It's long and extremely overdue, and yet another one escapes her lips as she spots Yoongi sat around the table with Luke, discussing God knows what, his hair light and eyes dancing with excitement when he spots Anaya making her way over, unaware of how this is exactly what she was dreading.
"Hi babe," Yoongi grins, pulling out a chair for Anaya to sit. She mumbles a half-hearted hello back and stares at the coffee he had gotten for her, the large cup sitting awkwardly on the glass tabletop.
"Don't you have class right now?" Anaya asks as Yoongi snakes his arm around her, trying to pull her as close as possible. She can't help but wonder if she's being hypocritical — she abused Isha's trust yesterday when she lied, and now she's pushing Yoongi away with no fault of his own.
"It was cancelled, so I thought I'd stay instead of just leaving your coffee here," He explains as he leans forward and presses a kiss to Anaya's cheek, obviously wanting more. She only nods in response, flinching slightly when he gently turns her face and leans in for a proper kiss.
Their awkward exchange is disrupted as Luke lets out a low whistle, declaring in a sing-song voice: "I sense trouble in paradise."
His eyes shine with mischief, framed with a propped brow and a smirk plastering his lips — just a small pouting of the lips; a narrowing of the eyes and a tilting of the head. Very subtle, but Anaya sees it and she really, really wants to wipe it off his face. On the inside, she mulls over all the possible weapons she could use to make that shit eating grin disappear forever. Outside, however, she chooses to ignore it and listens to him speak.
"Here, my card," He says, sliding a pristine white card out of his wallet and towards them, adding, "Call Daddy Luke for all your problems."
Anaya leans forward, picking up the card and raising it towards them, eyeing the printed content with contempt. Sex Therapist, Dr. Luke Hemmings, the card says, causing Anaya to let out a small scoff, soft enough for her but obviously loud enough for Luke to hear.
