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      Angel stood in the middle of a big party, probably being the only one in this entire place that wasn’t either high or drunk. really Cooper didn’t need him at places like this, they were pretty straight forward and drunk rich kids paid the most. but still, he liked to hang around just in case one of these people wanted to play tough guy.  

    “Charles Harper - I hardly recognized you. Where have you been hiding?”

Baby wasn't one to just stand around and look cute. No. They wanted everyone to take notice that they were the cutest person in the club and that meant being in the middle of the dance floor. Knocking back the last shot they'd been given, their hand reached out to the person next to them, not caring who it was before they just grabbed their hand and started walking towards the dance floor.. "Come on! We're going to dance!"

      it was pretty common for Aisha to spend most of her time over at Cooper’s house, but with him having a girlfriend now, and was less often that she would actually want to be there and just listen to them have sex while she sat in the living room. but for once this week he was free, and after some bitching, of course Aisha was over and finding herself laying on his bed.  

      it’s been a hard week for Baby, she had to sit in a hospital room, mostly alone half of the time because her own boyfriend was ghosting her. of course she thought he was mad, and he should be. she almost got him and all his friends killed, but still you would think he would at least come by to see if she was still alive after being shot. 

      when the nurse comes in to tell her she had a visitor, of course she’s hoping it’s Cooper, but when she sees Harlow instead, eyes widen and she’ll sit up in her bed.  “ Harlow ??  what are you doing here ??  “  they may have broken up, but he definitely wasn’t one of those exs she hated. they mainly ended things because high school was over and they were going their separate ways, no hard feelings.  “ oh god, I wish you would have told me you were coming. I must look like shit. “  Baby will comment while fingers smooth down her hair, though she knew make up wouldn’t cover up the giant bruise on her cheek from the gun slapping her.