Aviva and I were doing our makeup goofing off when she started talking about calories.
"Shut up, count your calories." I mock.
"I never looked good in mom jeans!!" she whines.
"Wish I was like you..." I tell her.
"What do you mean?" she asks but I don't hear her I'm too caught up in my thoughts.
"Maybe I should try harder..." I say and then she realizes what's I mean.
"You should lower your expectations." ignoring her I finally crack.
"If I get more pretty... do you think he will like me?" I ask tears threatening to escape.
"Ace you are gorgeous, and if he doesn't see that fuck him." she tells me. I ignore her putting on one of her most revealing outfits, doing my hair and making my makeup a bit extra. I walk out and Damiar is staring me up and down. Aviva walks out shaking her head and Kai just laughs at me.
"Viva, Kai, come throw it back with me." I laugh.
"N-" Kai cuts Aviva off.
"Lets go!!" he blurts coming to stand next to me.
"3,2-" just as I was about to say one Damiar runs passed picking me up quickly, pulling me against his frame.
"Bad girl." he whispers.
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