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A soft smile fell on her lips. It was strange to say that Gia was one of the few people to calm her down. She really shouldn’t have been able to. They were just friends. That was it. Cora hadn’t expressed anything pass that and yet they seemed to be trailing in another direction. Whatever, it didn’t matter. Cora didn’t come here to mull over her emotions. Instead, she needed to kill the ball of stress that built its kingdom between her shoulder blades. Unwittingly enough, this was the best idea she could come up with. She wasn’t eager to pounce on the party scene. She definitely didn’t want to chance running into any of the problems she had at the gym.  The decision was easy. 

Brushing back her freshly curled hair, the brunette tug down her shirt to show a bit more cleavage. With a swift knock on the door, Cora waited until the door swung open to reveal a charming smile. In her other hand was a bottle of wine. If anything, it would be easy to use Gia’s supplies and watch a movie with her. It never crossed her mind that Gia may have been busy. She just assumed there would always be time for her. 

“I need some down time. Girls night?”

She was totally unprepared, hair in a messy bun, stained sweatpants in, but she certainly wasn’t going to say no because she was under-dressed. “Did you have any ideas besides the wine?”

“You’re still getting water for your next cup.” Will’s probably going to switch to water, too. All of the sudden, the useless sidekick shows up in a helicopter, and Will realizes he hasn’t been watching the movie as close as he thought he was. He looks over to Gia, who is so damn pleased with herself, and an idea strikes him as someone dramatically falls out of yet another helicopter.

“You cracked the code, Gia,” Will says with a laugh, shaking his head at her. The next time she asks for a refill, she’s getting cut off. “For a school full of spies, a lot of y’all are lightweights, you know that?” Gia’s drunk on wine, Daniel got drunk on just a couple of beers, and even Drew can’t handle more than three or four shots. The worst of them all is Gemma, really, but Will is purposefully not thinking about Gemma West tonight. Not even a little bit.

They had a whole room to memorize and not a lot of time in it, before long they’d be given an identical room and have to pick apart what was different or missing. If either one of them missed anything, it would be on the both of them which was enough to bother him to think that his success hung on the shoulders of someone else, same with failure, but that was another element to the test. One that he had to deal with as best he could ( which wasn’t all that good to start with ) as he glanced back over at her. “Where are you looking first?”

It was what could be expected from a hotel room, right? No one really left their important documents sitting out for the maid to check out. Beside, it was probably something far smaller that would be missing from their next set up. “Way cleaner than mine, that’s for sure.” This wasn’t really the time for small talk. If anything she would lose track of her list items. But she didn’t want to just let the seconds trickle by in awkward silence. They were being graded for their memorization, not their silence. “Can you imagine just having two pages of homework? Sign me up for the fast track.”

They’re not that far up the wall - just a few feet, so falling won’t be that bad (right?), when Andrew realises their mistake. “We should’ve, like. Taken one of those mats, you know? Like the ones they use at track meets for high jumps.” He’s seen Abby’s track meets enough to know what those look like, and it’d be a nice soft landing if either he or Gia loses their grip and falls.

God, this entire night is to not think about Gemma fucking West, and now that’s exactly what he’s doing and think about. Her, and her stupid face, and the stupid way she tucks into his side perfectly, and how stupidly pretty she is when she’s sleeping. God, Will hates her. He grits his teeth and finishes the fresh beer he just opened. It makes his stomach slosh a little, but whatever. He’s fine. He’s happy and fine and drunk.

[text] You should have told me you wanted me out of your life. [text] I should have never let you back into my life. [text] Okay [muse’s name] what’s the deal, pretty sure this is you…listen if you want me to leave you alone, please just tell that. [text] Please don’t walk away. [text] Please don’t do this. [text] When are you going to realize I want nothing to do with you? [text] You want nothing to do with me, I get it. [text] I’m an idiot. You fooled me again. [text] When I think things are about to change … I’m always proven wrong. [text] I just want you to be happy. And you’ll be happier without me. [text] I just hate that someone could make me trust [him/her/them] the way that I did [text] The truth is I’m not over you. [text] The truth is I never really wanted to be with you. [text] I’m seeing someone else. [text] How the hell did you get my number, stalker? [text] You’re so selfish. [text] I just saw you leave with [her/him/them]. [text] FUCK YOU AND YOUR DUMB CUTE FACE

LOVING TEXTS, BITCH

[text] Did I tell you today that you’re the most adorable? Cause, yeah. [text] Be careful. [text] I’m only saying it because I love you. [text] I’m only saying it because I care about you. [text] Okay, I’m bringing coffee. [text] I’m thinking dinner and a movie later this week? [text] Let me take you out, please? [text] Let me make you dinner tonight. [text] I want you to be happy. [text] You’re always safe with me. [text] I can’t stop thinking about you. [text] I seriously don’t know what I’d do without you. [text] I know you may not feel like you are, but you are loved. And important. Please don’t forget that. [text] It was so good seeing you. [text] You don’t need this shit. [text] I’ll be there in five minutes. [text] Let me help, please? [text] You’re important to me. [text] Stop falling asleep in the bathtub. You’re going to drown and die and leave me and I’m not having that. [text] I would gladly watch Netflix and eat Thai with you any day. [text] I’d give up my phone charger AND the last piece of gum for you. That’s love. [text] Hey beautiful no judgment but why is there a bucket of KFC chicken in the bathtub??

ANGRY TEXTS, BITCH

[text] If you don’t want me to bust your window, I suggest you answer the phone. Now. [text] To quote Mean Girls, you’re a fugly slut. [text] Are you SERIOUSLY bringing that up right now!? [text] Lose my number, asshole. [text] You’re so predictable and obnoxious. And it’s not only me who thinks so. [text] …The least you could do is answer, wtf. [text] You’re a piece of shit human being and an even worse friend. [text] This is YOUR FAULT. And you can’t even pretend like it isn’t, because you know it is. [text] Why couldn’t you just stay out of it? [text] Holy fucking shit, take a hint, asshole. [text] Go fuck yourself. [text] What the fucking hell is wrong with you? [text] You can take your stuff back as long as I don’t light it on fire first. [text] I have cramps and a migraine so you do NOT want to mess with me right now [text] Bye and have a very fuck you day

SEXY TEXTS, BITCH

[text] Just let me suck your dick and be happy. Let me have this. [text] Why are you so hot…like honestly, it’s not fair. [text] Yeah, you looked good in your [dress/shirt/pants] last night but really, they looked way better on my floor. [text] Come over. With condoms. [text] You should come over, clothing optional. [text] I feel like a nasty slut and I LOVE IT [text] Sorry I got drunk and texted you about my sex life [text] Sex on a rooftop - trashy or adventurous? [text] If you’re not at my apartment, shirtless, in five minutes, I will be personally offended. [text] I don’t think he likes that I’m always sending him pictures of me in my bra but he needs to get it together [text] It’ll be like The Notebook, except with way more of my penis. [text] I didn’t know that all of his brothers would be hot and musically inclined, too. That’s a dick move on behalf of biology. [text] I DON’T WANT YOUR DICK. I WANT BRUNCH. [text] So is it your turn now to pretend like dating someone else would stop us from fucking? [text] I just need some of your time and all of your body. [text] I am available for nakedness [text] I think about [him/her/them] when I masturbate so I guess you could call it love

DRUNK TEXTS, BITCH

Will gets up off the bed, chugging back his beer again. He’s starting to lose track of how many beers he’s had. Will’s good at that. He pours out another glass of wine for Gia and pops open another beer for himself, starting to feel a buzz. It loosens the tension in his shoulders and makes an easy grin spread over his face. There’s some badass action happening on the screen when Will settles back into his spot on the bed. He carefully hands her the glass back, mostly filled, and taps another sip of his beer. The alcohol has another effect on him, one that isn’t always Will’s favorite. It makes him talk a bit more freely, more than he should about things. The filter starts to disintegrate and Will opens his mouth without thinking of who he is describing.

She mulls over his statement for a moment. Tall, blonde, and bitchy does kind of sound like the all-American girl, at least if she’s learned anything from experience. And cheerleader makes sense, he was football player above all else wasn’t he? But there’s no cheer squad at Hudson, so he’s probably had to search harder for his ‘type’. There’s not really any sports teams, but there are blondes. Her thoughts are sidetracked by the noise from the TV for a moment, laughing at how over the top the scene is.