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      In the middle of studying with Tommy, Kelsey got up and turned around to face him, leaning against a chair. “I can’t concentrate right now.” She confessed, looking at him a little bit. There was so much going on inside of her, feelings that she didn’t want to feel, guilt for feeling this way while with Jared, and most of all confusion. Studying with Tommy didn’t feel the same anymore. It was no longer friendly and platonic. In fact, it felt like the exact opposite to Kels, but she was sure he probably didn’t feel that same tense feeling that she did. Grayson couldn’t stop herself from stealing glances every so often and it sucked because he probably just saw her as a friend, and well, not only was he her best friend, but he was also best friends with her boyfriend, Jared. 

      It was the last day of their summer break before they had to return to campus and move in all over again. It was also a day where Brianna felt off. Sure they had discussed what happened with Maia after the spring formal, but knowing that she’d have to see her again was hard. Seeing her gave Brianna so much anxiety. If she ever wanted to hex someone, itd be her. But she only jokingly did that as a child to her bullies and now, knowing the gravity of hexing someone truly, she didn’t want to ruin her life, she just, wanted her to stay the hell away from them. “I really don’t want to go back to school tomorrow,” Bri admitted with a deep sigh, cuddling up to him closer as she bit her lip and snuggled up to him. “I mostly don’t want to see her or hear your cousin talk about her. I just want to erase her from my life. I don’t know how you feel about her, but I don’t want to be near her.” Maybe she was saying too much, that had already resolved this, and she hated talking about Maia, but Brianna was also very comfortable with her boyfriend Tommy and she knew he wouldn’t be mean to her. 

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                                                                                  Kiss me, under the milky twilight...

Kelsey waited for Tommy to come over after his text, biting her lip in worry as she thought of what could’ve possibly went down during his hangout with Jared. He seemed, off? and then a vague text from Jared reading, “Hope you’re happy.” She didn’t exactly know what he meant by that, and until Tommy came over she didn’t care to reply to him. She figured Tommy chose to take her side on the situation which she was sure was hard considering they were all best friends. Well, in exception to her and Jared. Poor Larsen was stuck in the middle of the two. 

When there was motion at the front door Kelsey sprung up from the living room couch to open it swiftly, not even saying hi, just stepping aside and letting him inside. Maybe it was she was anxious to see him, maybe it was because she didn’t want the doorbell to disturb her roommate Gabe and his daughter Grace. EIther way, she was happy to see him. However, by his demeanor and smell she could tell he’s been drinking. “You alright?” Kelsey asked softly, not wanting to get on him about it just yet. He looked like he’s had just about enough that night. 

     Opening up was something Jared found himself laughing at most times. While he would agree that Kelsey was a sweet, intelligent, good looking woman—he’s even go as far to say that they did indeed have a connection... he just couldn’t bring himself to fight for the journalist. That’s not what bothered him though, he was used to blocking people out, girls especially. What bothered the young scholar was the incriminating amount of moral rules he had broken before getting to this conclusion with the brunette. What bothered him was the cruel confrontation of fucking up and knowing that he had fucked up. He should’ve never taken it as far as he did with Grayson, but he did and here he was at the bar of a club waiting for their mutual best friend Tommy to come accompany him. 

Jared Hamilton felt pathetic and he wondered if anyone else could smell it on him like the two shots of generic tequila he just downed. His green eyes looked around the bar and he analyzed everyone surrounding him as he waited. People watching wasn’t something he usually did—he couldn’t give a fuck about most people usually, but it was far better than texting Tom like a clingy partner that just wouldn’t get the fucking clue. Everyone else seemed so into the person in front of them... made him wonder if he looked like that while trying to pick out what Tommy would call his “next victim”. The thought of this made him smile the slightest bit before asking for a beer instead of another shot.