𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐒! [𝐉𝐎𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐎]

two

LOVE HURTS
two | ❝I think we'd make a good team.❞

A MUFFLED groan escaped Sienna's lips when she felt the bright sunlight hit her face.

"Come on, my love, time to get up," Phoebe's sweet voice, much too sweet for somebody who drank as such as she did the night before, rang in her ear, "school is still a thing, even when you're hungover."

"How are you not?" Sienna groaned, stretching herself out on the bed she was laying on. "Are we in your house?"

Phoebe nodded. "We all came back here after Luke fucking fell off the balcony. I ordered an uber."

"Is Reece here too?" Sienna finally sat up, reaching for the Advil and water bottle that Phoebe was holding out for her.

"Yeah. He stayed with Finn."

Sienna gasped at that, her headache suddenly forgotten as she begged for details.

"Did anything happen? Did I miss any milestones?"

Phoebe chuckled, sitting next to her and pulling her phone out. "No, no milestones or love confessions were missed on your behalf. You did just miss your best friend posting this, though."

Sienna took the blonde's phone when she handed it to her.

She saw an Instagram picture that Joey had just posted- a selfie that showed off the white tank top she was wearing, the words "FREE THE NIPPLE" in big bold letter printed on it.

She also had a long caption about blowing up the patriarchy that Sienna was undeniably fond of.

"Well, shit," Sienna nodded her head as she read, "looks like we're not wearing bras today."

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Sienna was so stranger to going braless. She admittedly would avoid wearing bras altogether if it weren't for dance, so she was pretty content with the opportunity.

She stood alongside her friends in the halls, glancing around and seeing nearly every girl was without a bra under their shirt.

"Joey fucking Del Marco," Sienna shook her head, unavoidably impressed as she noticed how big of an impact Joey had actually had, "we all know I'm not her biggest fan—"

"Really? You had me fooled. I thought you were in love with her," Finn mused sarcastically, not looking up from where he had his head pretty much completely in his locker, currently working on rolling a joint out of sight.