#citrusdays

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                                IT FIGURES. the first and only time she decided to let loose and go have fun and act her age, ended up coming to bite her back in the ass in the most epic of ways. throughout the entire lecture, which felt agonizingly long, reina had prayed that a sinkhole would open up underneath her seat and she would fall through it. the awkwardness and embarrassment she felt was so overwhelming, that she nearly bolted out of her seat and out of the building. it was only her goody two shoes nature and desire to learn that kept her glued to her seat. but even then she had a hard time concentrating on what he had to say.

try as she could to focus on the lecture, all she could think about was him and how good he had made her feel; how she couldn’t stop thinking about him even late at night. then, the guilt would wash over her. after all, this was her professor she was thinking about. in a sexual manner. it was certainly frowned upon, despite the fact that reina was an adult well into her twenties. when their eyes meet briefly, she nearly yelped. instead, her cheeks burn even hotter and she tore her gaze away almost immediately to stare at her laptop screen. she didn’t get any notes written down, her mind far too chaotic to calm down and focus on what was really important. 

avery had spent close to forty minutes on the phone with her boss, trying to convince the older woman to let her cover something, anything other than the event she’d been instructed to report on — which, of course, was clara’s engagement party. it turned out clara’s fiancé was sort of a big deal (or his family was at least). but all her wheedling, bargaining, and begging had come to nothing, and she had her notes app sneakily running in the background of her phone as she arrived, feeling both disgusted with herself and nervous that her dress wasn’t fancy enough. and weren’t you not supposed to wear black to weddings? did that apply to engagement parties, too? she spotted clara immediately, eyes finding her in the crowd almost as if by instinct, though she hung back for a while until some of the well-wishers had moved away. finally, champagne flute in hand, she made her way over and tapped the other on the shoulder. “congratulations. you look fantastic. where’s the lucky guy?” 

based (second bullet point). 

“are you serious? they invited you?” kaia let out an angry exhale. “i asked if you were coming and they said no. why do i feel like i’m being set up?” 

well, that stings. avery’s brows knitted briefly, trying to fight the sudden wave of sadness that threatened to overcome her at the other girl’s words. because the thing was, she was right. it had been ages since they’d sat together like this — since they’d even been in the same room. what did avery know, really? the thought was painful, hard to accept. but she wasn’t going to deny it — it would be dishonest. “okay, fair point,” she managed, trying to sound light-hearted despite the ache in her chest, “but you did say you’ve only been together for — wait, how long was it?” 

@citrusdays 

spencer’s inaction about the entire situation was driving darcy insane. they’d contacted leslie’s boss, who had assured them he’d been at work all weekend, and spencer had said that was the end of that. but darcy couldn’t shake the feeling that something else was going on, that there was more to it than what met the eye. she’d pestered him about it for days, but he’d refused to listen, so she was taking matters into her own hands. they’d penned a note to spencer letting him know where they were going – leslie’s place. however, when they arrived, it wasn’t alexa she found but leslie, his body splayed across his blood-stained couch, throat slit. horrified, darcy stumbled backwards, scream muffled when a hand closed over her mouth. she couldn’t see her attacker, but she could feel their strength – they shook her like a rag doll until she heard a deafening crash; the backdoor had been thrown open. before they could blink, darcy was dropped to the floor, where they fell in a heap, looking up through bleary eyes to see spencer rushing in. “someone – someone was here, someone killed him and – ” she began to sob. 

“listen, i can explain all of this if you just give me a chance.”