𝐮𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐜𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐨 ✾ (𝐣. 𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨)

NINETEEN !

UN POCO LOCO !

Lauren orlando shyly walked up to our lunch table behind her brother. "hey," johnny waved, "mind if lauren sits with us?"

i shrugged, "of course not. hi lauren."

"hey guys." she wore her hair in cute french braids, and the sleeves of her pink cardigan were rolled up so they didn't touch her food.

johnny had been sick the past two days, so i haven't seen him since before the 'friendship breakup' with vienna. obviously confused, he asked, "where's vienna?"

"we don't speak her name at this table," keaton grumbled. i smacked his chest, causing him to scoot his chair more towards alex.

"we got in another argument, you know how our friendship is," i shrugged with a half smile on my face. only this time the friendship wouldn't be back together anytime soon.

"oh, yeah," he nodded, then sneezing.

our table sat in a semi-awkward silence, until alex spoke up. "so," his fork hit his lunch tray, "are any of you going to annie leblanc's late birthday party on saturday?"

lauren nodded, "i'm actually really excited for this one."

"my mom won't let lauren go without me. so me being a great brother," johnny grinned, causing lauren to roll her eyes, "i'm going."

"i wasn't planning on it. it doesn't seem like the best idea after all the drama that went down," i sighed, leaning back in my chair. imagining all the things that could happen made my stomach queasy.

"come on, gwen. no one will even say anything to you, they don't have the guts," keaton patted my shoulder.

"yeah, gwen. you can hang out with me and lauren. and there won't be any alcohol, annie's parents are too strict," johnny offered.

"that's really nice of you johnny, but i'm not worried about the alcohol. i just don't want people to be like, 'ugh she's still alive? why did she bother to come if no one likes her'. i don't want vienna to pull anything, you know?" the four of them began to nod and shrug in agreement.

after at least a minute of none of us talking, i was surprised when lauren was the first one to talk. "i understand why you don't want to go. i was in your situation too at one point. well, it was only fourth grade, but still."

i looked at her, confused. "who?"

"jayden bartels. you might remember her, i don't know. it's nothing," she shook her head, "i just wanted to let you know that it's nothing to worry about. it doesn't matter if they hate you or not."

i hesitated, thinking about the situation i could get myself into. situation one; bodies swarmed around me, loud music, uncomfortably hot. situation two; sitting in a circle among my peers (who forgave me; or are being fake until i leave the party. i mean, either works).

i blinked, eyes shooting wide open as if i just woke up from a nightmare. "yeah, i'll go, i guess."

KARLEIGH SPEAKS !
been a phat minute. i hate this chapter bc it's really random nskrjfjffnjf

P.S. i asked this question on my conversations but either no one saw it or no one who saw it knew 🥵
but what's nadia turner's mom's name? i cant find it anywhere.

(dONT CALL ME A FAKE FAN IF ITS OBVIOUS PLS BYEHHEEHHE IM NOT A NADIA STAN I JUST NEED IT FOR ONE OF MY BOOKS 🥰🥰)

P.P.S. i didn't read over this chapter