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chapter 12: read

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soccer dad & soccer mom

soccer dad:
have you been on instagram?

soccer mom:
no, y ?

soccer dad:
*screenshot of both posts*

soccer mom:
what the fuck ?
who took those ?

soccer dad:
i don't know, want me
to ask them to delete them

soccer mom:
a lot of people already saw

soccer dad:
yeah, i don't know what to do

soccer mom:
maybe we shouldn't hang out today

soccer dad:
because of this??

soccer mom:
i just think we should wait so nobody
thinks that somethings going on between
us.
read

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lord frogwad & mel-lard🐽

lord frogwad:
r u and jack okay??

mel-lard🐽:
idk, he stopped texting me

lord frogwad:
want me to talk to him?

mel-lard🐽:
no it's okay, thanks tho<3

irl
calpurnia band practice
3rd person

finn walked up behind the couch jack was sitting on and hit him hard upside the back of his head.

"ow! what the hell?" he turns around. his yell gains the attention of malcom who was on the computer across from them and ayla who was in the sound booth.

"talk to mel." finn says.

"i don't want to right now."

"when have you not talked to mel?" malcom laughs.

"since now." jack looks back at his phone. just a second later ayla marches from the sound booth and stands in front is jack, smacking his down from his hands to the floor. finn and malcom snicker.

"okay, why?!"

"mel's my family, and she likes you so stop acting att butt-hurt and fucking talk to her!" she walks back to the booth and puts the headphones back on.

"couldn't have said it better myself." finn smiles.

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me and jack have compatible zodiac signs just incase u were wondering

anyways thanks for 700 reads<3

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