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twenty-five.

"Hello?" His heavy breathing mixed with the bad reception of the prison hallway filled the receiver. Mal stood next to the phone agitated at just having to be there. "Why the hell are you calling me?" A scoff came from the other line as the prisoner grew more impatient each second he stayed on the phone.
"Why do you think? I'm locked up and I need your help." "Good for you! You're a psycho! I'm not helping you, rot in there." Mal huffed loudly looking around before leaning into the receiver putting his hand around it to block guards from hearing. "But I have something for you in return. Something you're really going to like."

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"Okay, Ms. Barlow. You're free to go." Courtney smiled widely as she took her jacket from Duncan slipping it on. "Finally! Thank you, Doctor Jackson." She smiled gratefully at the man grabbing her stuff standing up from the bed. "Come on beautiful." Duncan puts his arm around her walking out. "You're out the hospital now. What do you wanna d-" "start planning our wedding immediately. I've already thought of venues and when I want it so we should really start getting serious." Duncan nodded lightly opening the car door for her so she could get in. "As much as I'd hate to admit it. I really did miss your uptight butt, babe. I need you nagging me everyday." He chuckled placing his hand on her thigh. "Oh my god! I am not uptight, Duncan." She huffed trying not to laugh.

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"So what are you thinking of doing with him?" Heather asked as she put her jacket on, looking over at Gwen. "I don't really know yet. We've talked a lot about getting back together, but i'm not sure if i want too. We've just been through so much." Leshawna huffed as she passed Heather her bag. "Gwen, do not let that stop you. A lot of it was your fault too. Plus you love Trent. if you really wanna try, do it. Don't let you guy's weird past stop you." Heather raised her eyebrow at Leshawna. "Since when are you a motivational speaker ?" "Since when do you like us enough to have us to PICK YOU UP from the hospital?" Heather smirked, laughing a bit. "Touché."

Heather climbed into the backseat shooting Gwen a look. "Oh my god, what?" "You're crazy. Sit back and buckle up. Mini Alejandro needs to be safe." Heather's look quickly changed into a glare buckling her seatbelt. "Leshawna, you should drive before me and mini Alejandro beat up Gwen together." "Okay, starting the car." Gwen laughed shaking her head. "I'm just saying. Anyways-" "anyways! Trent, again. I agree with Leshawna. You should do it, you know you still love him." The goth sighed deeply softly muttering a "oh my god" under her breath as Leshawna nodded at Heather's response. "Exactly. See, Heather agrees with me and that makes it 3 against one." "Three- are you counting the baby!" Gwen laughed looking at Leshawna as she began to laugh too. "Y'all are whores! Take me home!" Heather shouted from the backseat making them laugh even harder.

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Alejandro waved off Leshawna and Gwen , walking inside with Heather. He looked at her raising an eyebrow . "I didn't pick that outfit out? Who did? And why did you ask out of all people, Gwen and Leshawna to pick you up?" She handed her his bag, and rolled her eyes. "Bridgette did, she has keys remember? And i'm trying to keep an eye on them. They're cool, but I don't trust them." "You're so sneaky babe... it's hot."