Divinitá (1)

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BAD, BAD, BAD

"I'll give them back!"

"What the-"

"I'll kill you!"

"My jeans!"

"Jesus guys what's going-"

"No! Fuck! Blythe that's Re's-"

"Enough!"

I glare at the alarm clock on my night table, then back at girls in front of me.

It's 7:00 am.

Seven fucking am.

I was up all night looking over the new security measures that Thea had put in place, making sure to go over everything at least 6 times, before finally going to bed at 3:00 in the morning.

Females yelling at the top of their lungs is not what I need 4 hours after.

I rub my eyes and take a deep breath.

All 4 girls take a step back.

"What in God's name is going on?"

Silence.

So now they wanna shut up.

"Luana."

The honey brown haired girl looks up at me with her brown eyes. She looks down at the big red stain on one of the legs of her jeans and returns her gaze to me.

"I got juice on my jeans."

Is that fucking so.

Just then, Adria and Thea walk into my room.

Thea looks around the room. "We heard screaming. We came as fast as we could."

Adria glares at each of the four girls standing in front of my bed. "Someone better have died or I swear to Aubrey Graham and all that is holy I'll start shooting."

I snort looking at the circles underneath her eyes.

Same sis.

"What the hell's going on anyway?"

"My guess is as good as yours," I say. "Blythe. Why don't you explain. Since you were the first one to come bolting into my fucking room."

Blythe runs a hand through her hair. "I-"

"Lies," Zella glares at Blythe. "She stole my favorite black lingerie!"

"You didn't even give me a chance to explain myself!"

"You don't have to!"

I groan as Zella and Blythe go back and forth about who stole whose lingerie and why they borrowed it and blah blah blah.

Thea, Adria and I share a look of disbelief as we take in that at 7:00 in the morning, the girls are fighting about lingerie.