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Dahlia's outfit:

Kit's outfit:

Dahlia's POV

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"Who the hell is that bitch?" I questioned, narrowing my eyes at Billie.

She merely shrugged, letting out a small, annoyed groan. "I don't know, but I want her to get hit by a bus."

"Harsh." I mumbled.

"I said what I said!"

We watched in silence for a few moments before I let out a small sigh. "This is weird. We're being creepy. We should stop watching this."

"You can quit watching if you want, but I'm not going anywhere. This is just getting good!" Billie hissed. I shushed her quickly. "Lower your fucking voice before they hear us!"

"Too late."

We both jumped as Kit broke away from the heated kiss she was just involved in and spoke. I looked worriedly at Billie and noticed that her cheeks were starting to redden just like mine were.

"Come out, come out wherever you are." Kit called, pushing the girl that'd previously been straddling her lap off of her. They both stood up and Kit gave her one last kiss before slapping her ass and gesturing for her to go on. She sat back down right after and the girl let out an annoyed sigh and began climbing off the bleachers and heading back inside the school as me and Billie came out of our hiding spots behind a nearby dumpster.

We'd been watching Kit make out with some girl neither of us had ever seen before for like fifteen minutes. I know that's weird, but we couldn't look away! That shit was heated!

We'd come out here just to bring some trash bags out to the dumpster and we intended to head right back to the auditorium to get back to the drama club meeting afterward, but then we'd caught sight of them and...Well. You know.

"Oh, hey. Weird seeing you here." Billie chuckled as we slowly inched closer to Kit. Her lips were swollen from her previous make out session and she was smirking at us as she remained in her spot on the bleachers.

"Yeah, totally weird," I tried to play it cool as well. "What are you doing here?"

"Trying to get myself some pussy to eat for dinner tonight, but I think you two just ruined my chances." She shook her head. "One of you is gonna have to give me some since you keep ruining my chances with other bitches." She grumbled sarcastically.

"I volunteer as tribute!"

"Take me on these bleachers right now then!"

Billie and I both glared at each other after speaking at the same time. I cleared my throat and let out a nervous laugh. "Ugh—Sorry about that. We were just taking out the trash."

"I don't take out the trash much so I don't know, but it really seems like ten minutes is a long time to be throwing something in the garbage." Kit's smirk only grew and Billie let out a loud laugh.

"See, you're not as smart as you think you are! We were there for fifteen minutes!" She boasted.

"Shut the fuck up!" I hissed, my cheeks starting to burn even more. Kit shook her head and let out a small laugh.

"That's alright, I wasn't that into her anyway."

"It seemed like you were. What with all the ass grabbing and hickey giving we witnessed." Billie muttered. I slapped her shoulder and she simply shrugged.

"She was cool, I guess, but there's this really cute girl—Bro, she's a senior and I think she really wants me—"

"Again, we don't care about your girls if they ain't us." I cut her off quickly. "Why are you still here, though? School ended an hour ago."

"My niece is having a birthday party today and I wanted no parts of it. You know what the theme is? Tinker Bell. She wanted me to wear the fucking Tinker Bell dress. Fuck I look like doing that?" She rolled her eyes. "Plus, I figured I might as well stick around here and make sure you ain't doing no dumb shit like getting fucking percs from that little chicken head, Jasper."

"I'm not getting anything from him anymore!" I huffed. "You don't have to fucking watch my every move."

"I'm glad to hear that cause I definitely was doing a bad job of looking out for you. You know, seeing as I was about to get some head on the bleachers instead of being in the parking lot which is where you were meeting with Jasper in the first place." She shrugged before standing up and slowly coming down the bleachers. "Just looking out for you, Doe. You're one of my only friends here."

Billie cleared her throat and raised a brow. Kit patted her head. "You too, shorty."

"Well, thanks." I sighed. "Were you here yesterday too, then?" I questioned. Today's Wednesday, so I'm guessing she was here yesterday too.

She nodded. "Yeah, but I was busy with some other girl yesterday...Fuck was her name? I don't know, but she high-key looked like you."

"She...Looked like me?" I questioned, sending Billie a look before tilting my head.

"Yeah, She looked a lot like you. Shit was crazy." She chuckled.

Billie grabbed my shoulder and began shaking me. "Bro, do you know what this means?!" She questioned, sounding alarmed.

I let out a small giggle and twirled a piece of hair around my finger as I stared at Kit. "Kit spent the whole time she was with her thinking of me?" I asked dreamily.

"Sorry, shorty. You ain't cross my mind until after." Kit snickered. I sighed as my dreams were crushed and Billie quickly turned me to face her.

"Dude, think! Who at this school looks like you?!"

"Like, ten thousand people." I shrugged.

She rolled her eyes at me. "Luna."

"Yeah, that was her name!" Kit snapped her fingers as she remembered and my mouth fell open. "Dude, What the fuck?!" I questioned. "How could you do that to us?!"

"Yo, chill! I know you guys joke about wanting to be with me and shit but you know damn well if I tried to get some pussy from either one of you it'd be a problem!" She held her hands up in defense.

"Who said that?!" Billie questioned quickly. I ignored her and shook my head. "No, no, no. Luna is Billie's ex-girlfriend who made her life hell all during their relationship and then tried to steal me from her! Luna's the girl I pushed up against the locker the first day we met, remember?!" I explained.

Kit thought for a moment before making an 'O' shape with her mouth. "Damn, that's right...Well, my fault. If it makes you guys feel any better, It was a hit and quit type of situation, you know?"

"Kit!" I hissed.

"What?! I told you I can't be tied down, and besides! I can tell she don't eat much pineapple, let's just leave it at that." She mumbled.

I facepalmed and Billie let out a small sigh. "That's okay, Kit. You can sleep with whoever you want, although I truly do frown upon you sleeping with anyone whoisntme," She rushed out. "But it's just a shock, is all. And hella shady because that bitch was just obsessing over me and then trying to come onto Dahlia. I guess she does move on pretty fast though."

"Well, if she's got beef with you guys then I guess she's got beef with me too," Kit smiled. She stood in the middle of us and wrapped an arm around each of our shoulders as we began heading toward the auditorium doors. "I'm not fucking with no bitch that doesn't fuck with my girls."

"She called us her girls!" Billie whisper yelled.

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Billie's POV

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"What is so damn hard about scrubbing a fucking floor?! Why can't you guys get it?! It's not hard. You grab the damn rag and you rub it back and forth with feeling!" Cadence shouted at the people on the stage before slamming her script down on the floor. "And why do you guys look so perky? You're supposed to feel miserable! Do you guys not know what misery feels like?!"

"Of course we know what misery feels like. We've been working with you for two whole weeks." One of the girls on the stage muttered.

Cadence let out a loud, fake laugh. "Well, then, why is it that you don't know how to look miserable?! You assholes should look like you're about ready to fling yourself off a bridge! Fix your faces!" She screamed before storming off of the stage.

The people on the stage all let out loud sighs as they began running through the scene again. I'm lucky I'm just an extra.

Mrs. East refused to give me any part that required me to talk. I'm only gonna be on the stage for a few minutes, and although it sucks that I don't get to perform my rendition of 'Its a hard knock life' I guess I'm pretty happy about that.

I really don't have to do much but sit and look while I'm at these meetings. Of course, I always offer to help Dahlia with her clothing duties, but that's about all I do.

She's backstage working on some clothes right now and I'm just sitting, watching the rehearsal because Kit decided to stick around and help her sew some more stuff up, mostly just cause she wanted to scope out some of the other girls in drama club, so Dahlia didn't need my help at the moment.

I watched as Cadence walked right out of the auditorium after getting off the stage, and I decided to follow her. I figured she was going to the bathroom or something, and last time somebody went to the bathroom all alone...Well...

I jogged to catch up with her and looked both ways after opening the auditorium door. I didn't see her, but I headed in the direction of the bathroom anyway.

Once I was in front of it I swung the door open and walked in. I stopped in my tracks once I heard her sobbing.

I looked under the stall doors to see which one she was in and stopped once I saw her converse in the last stall. "Cadence?"

"Go away!" She cried.

"Dude, no! What's wrong?"

"Go away!" She yelled.

I sighed and scratched my forehead. "Is this because the orphans didn't look miserable enough? I don't know, Cadence, it was pretty believable to me! Especially when that one girl started crying on the floor—"

"No, this isn't about the stupid orphans!" She shouted before sniffling loudly.

It was clear that she wasn't about to let me in herself, so I slid down to the floor and then crawled underneath the stall door, wanting to vomit the whole time. The bathroom had clearly been recently cleaned, but still. Gross.

Cadence looked up at me as she sat on the toilet, huffing as she crossed her arms. "Now, what if I was in the middle of taking a gigantic shit?" She grumbled.

"It would've smelled a whole lot worse in here," I smirked. "What's wrong?"

"When somebody runs to the bathroom and locks themself in a stall to cry, it usually means that they just want to be left alone." She huffed.

"Gee, thanks! Now I'll know next time! What's wrong?" I asked once again. "And I'm not leaving until I get an answer."

"I guess we'll be here all day then." She said stubbornly. I shrugged as I leaned against the door. "I guess we will."

We were silent for a few long moments before I pulled out my phone and looked at the date. I let out a low whistle. "Yikes. It's Wednesday, May 16th and the play is happening on Wednesday, May 29th. That's in two weeks. Two short weeks." I shook my head. "Damn, I can just hear the crowd booing us now because the orphans didn't scrub the floor hard enough because you weren't out there to teach them how to because you were stuck in a bathroom stall with me rather than—"

"Alright, damn, I'll tell you! Only because you're way more annoying than you look!" She huffed. "It's Gigi."

"Did you two break up?!" I questioned quickly. Those two are supposed to get married and have fifteen kids! They can't break up!

She shook her head and let out a bitter chuckle. "No, we can't break up. We're not fucking together."

"Oh...You wanna be with him, like, exclusively, and he doesn't want the same thing?" I asked.

"No. I mean, I don't know, we haven't really talked about that. I want him to be my boyfriend and I'm sure he wants me to be his girlfriend, but we haven't talked about it or anything."

"That's how it was with me and Dahlia at first." I sighed, squatting down in front of her.

"Yeah...He's going back to Italy," She sighed. "He's leaving July 20th."

"Oh, no, I'm so sorry!" I sent her a sympathetic look. "And he isn't coming back, like, ever?!"

"He's coming back sometime in October." She shrugged. "He was supposed to just be here for one year but he wants to spend his senior year here too. Plus, he really likes it here in America and he really seems to want to stay here after he graduates."

I let out a sigh of relief and nodded. "So...Alright, I'm out of guesses. Why are you crying?"

"He's gonna be back in Italy for four months! A lot can happen in four months! He's gonna find some hot, Italian girl to get with and forget all about me." She cried.

"Cadence, that isn't true!" I rubbed her leg comfortingly. "Gigi really, really likes you and you really like him! He's not just gonna forget about you, and I know that four months seems like a long time, but I'm sure the time will fly by!"

"Doubt it," She pouted. "Four months of us not seeing each other in real life, touching each other—The time zones are different which is gonna make it so much harder to talk! He's gonna be busy all the time catching up with his family and all his old friends, who he probably likes way more than us cause I'm sure they're cooler!" She shook her head as fresh tears started pouring down her face.

I quickly grabbed some toilet paper and handed it to her before rubbing her leg again.

"The worst part of it all is the fact that I even care in the first place!" She angrily wiped at her face. "I mean, I got with Gigi for a lot of reasons. Because he was hot, because I thought it was cool that he had an accent, because I wanted to have fun. Because I wanted to get over what happened with Julian, because all my damn friends had significant others and I wanted one too...I just thought that what me and Gigi had would be a fun, casual thing. Like, we could cuddle and have sex and go see his nerdy little sci-fi movies and he could come with me while I was shopping and it could all just be super casual!"

"But it's not casual?" I asked softly.

She shook her head slowly. "Not anymore. Now I actually really, really like the guy and...You know...Maybe I have even deeper feelings for him than what I thought, and that's so stupid!"

"Why's that stupid?"

"Because I planned to not catch any deep feelings for anyone until sometime after I turned thirty! Everything before then was supposed to be completely casual and just for fun, no strings attached or whatever. I'm way ahead of schedule! I didn't wanna, like, fall in love with anyone at this age." She whined.

"Why not?"

"Because We're all stupid, idiots at this age! And plus, that's boring! I mean, love is cool and all, but you always hear about how people who've been together for a while get bored of each other and they stop being romantic and having good sex and all that shit. I'm not supposed to be experiencing that until I'm older!"

I shrugged. "If it makes you feel any better, Dahlia and I are in love and I fuck her real good all the time."

"That does not make me feel better at all." She narrowed her eyes.

"Sorry." I muttered.

She sighed. "It's not just that either. I'm really scared to like somebody, like...Like like somebody. What if he doesn't like me as much as I like him? Then I'd end up looking stupid eventually. He'd end up leaving me for somebody else."

"He wouldn't do that!"

She rolled her eyes. "Gigi can have any girl he wants. All the super hot girls are always flirting with him and he doesn't pay them any attention, but how long is that shit gonna last? Eventually, I'm gonna stop wearing makeup and getting my nails done and wearing those stupid ass dresses I always wear for him and he's gonna get bored and decide to be with the first bitch he sees that's prettier than me!" She huffed.

"Cadence, you're literally gorgeous. For some stupid ass reason you probably can't see that, but everyone else does and you are! Gigi is really lucky that a beautiful girl like you is giving him the time of day! He's cute and everything, but you're stunning! You could have any guy that you wanted to." I smiled, grabbing her hands.

"You're just saying that because you're my friend."

"No, I'm saying it because I'm your friend and because it's true." I chuckled. "Gigi really likes you too, C. And he'd like you just as well even if you did stop wearing your cute little dresses and doing your nails and makeup for him. He doesn't give a damn about that stuff, and if he does I'll kick his ass. If it was all about that stuff, though, he would've left you a long time ago. I'm sure he's seen you without all that extra shit a bunch of times, hasn't he?" I raised my brows expectantly.

"I guess." She mumbled begrudgingly.

"That's what I thought," I smirked. "Listen, I know that it isn't easy talking to someone you really like about how much you truly do like them, and I know it's not easy talking about this type of stuff, but you should. You should talk to him about all of this so that he can know that you're feeling this way and make you feel better. I can sit in here and talk to you about this all day long, but you're not gonna feel better until you sit down and discuss it with him."

"I guess." She grumbled again. "I don't like this. You're being all wise and mature and shit. Knock it off and let me suffer in peace."

"Never." I snickered. "And why didn't you talk to Dahlia about any of this? She's your best friend! I bet she doesn't know you've been feeling like this either, does she?"

"Billie, this is stupid. Dahlia's got enough on her plate as it is. I'm not gonna whine to her or anybody else about my bullshit, little kid problems." She scoffed.

"Your problems are not stupid, or bullshit, or little kid problems! Your shit is important too!" I told her before standing up. "But if you ever don't wanna bother her with your problems for whatever reason, you can always come to me. I'd rather you cried to me than alone in a bathroom stall."

"But crying alone in a bathroom stall has kinda become a ritual for me!" She widened her eyes.

"That's depressing as shit, C."

"Oh, shut up! We all have our things." She grumbled before standing up as well. We both walked out of the stall and then out of the bathroom.

"Is that why you've been yelling at everybody about the play so much? Cause you've been stressed about Gigi?" I asked after opening the auditorium door for her. She looked at the stage for a moment before groaning and shaking her head.

"No, not at all. I yell at these people because they're absolute idiots! The line is, 'The Bolsheviks? Leaping lizards!' How damn hard could it possibly be to remember that, you absolute useless bastard?!" She screamed as she ran toward the stage.

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Dahlia's POV

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"Well, see, that's the thing about me. I don't discriminate, babe. Pussy is pussy."

"Well, that's the thing about me. As of right now, I don't actually have a pussy."

I sighed and slammed the pants I'd been looking at back down onto the table, resting my palms on it and looking between the two.

"Hmm..." Kit mumbled. "We can keep all the fun upstairs then, huh? A little kissy kissy never hurt nobody."

"I think you should just start back hitting on Lisa over here." Jules smirked as she pointed at a girl named Lisa, who happened to be standing about twenty feet away. She let out a small shriek and a giggle as Kit winked at her, and then ran up to her friends to tell them about it.

"You've already gotten ten numbers. Give it a rest, you horny bitch." I grumbled as I gave Kit my best glare. She shrugged her shoulders.

"There's millions of bitches in this world, shorty. How am I ever gonna get through them all if I slow down and take a rest?" She smirked. "Now, you. You don't want me? Why's that?" She questioned as she turned back to Jules.

"I like dick." Jules shrugged.

"My tongue makes up for the dick I don't have," Kit chuckled. "But strap ons are a thing, you know?"

"Alright, James Charles, stop trying to fucking convert her before you get canceled." I sighed. Kit held her hands up in defense.

"Alright, Alright, I know when to back off. You just call me if you ever change your mind, sweetheart." She winked before turning to walk toward Lisa, who began fangirling with her friends the moment she saw Kit coming her way.

"I want to be her." Jules sighed. "Imagine being that powerful."

We both laughed at how ridiculous everyone is around her for a few minutes and then I picked up my phone and headed toward the door. "I need to run out to my car and grab some more thread. I'll be right back!" I called before leaving.

The meeting is gonna be over in about twenty or so minutes, thank fucking Christ. I can't wait to go home and soak in a nice, long bath. And I'm hungry. I want pizza rolls.

I'm gonna eat pizza rolls in my bathtub because I'm a bad bitch and I can do that...I wonder if I should stop by a store and buy myself some cookies too? I want chocolate chip cookies while I take my bath...God, my 'summer body' is gonna be literally disgusting.

"Hey, kid!"

I screeched and turned around quickly, not expecting to hear anybody's voice. I rolled my eyes and shook my head as I noticed it was Ted again.

"God, why do you keep popping up in this empty ass parking lot? You're like...The parking lot fairy or something." I huffed before turning to head to my car again. I heard his footsteps quickly following me.

"I needed to talk to you and I knew you'd come out here eventually! Drama club, huh? I loved drama club when I was your age. All the other guys thought that it was nerdy, but I—"

"What do you want, Ted?" I questioned boredly.

"Well, if you're gonna be rude and take that tone of voice then I'd prefer you called me Mr. Spitoon." He muttered.

I raised my brows and looked at him, slowing my pace slightly. "Mr. Who?"

"Spitoon."

"As in...Salty?"

"What?" He furrowed his brows.

"The Salty Spitoon. From SpongeBob. Your last name is Spitoon?"

"Yes."

I stopped my walking completely and placed a hand on my hip. "So...You're telling me that your name is Ted Spitoon. And your son's name is Rufus Spitoon?"

"Yes."

I stared at him for a good minute and watched as he shifted uncomfortably before I started speaking again. "I know you fucking lying. You gotta be. Does Rufus have a brother? If he does then I bet his name is weenie hut junior." I cackled.

He sighed loudly. "I didn't come here to listen to you insult me and my son."

"Well, I'm sorry to hear that. Tell me about your other family so I can insult them instead." I laughed.

I began walking to my car again and he groaned as he walked right beside me. "Dahlia, this whole thing is just one huge joke to you, isn't it? Pressing charges against my son is just one big joke to you. Haven't you already done enough damage? The kid just got back from the hospital two days ago and he's in a lot of pain!"

"I know damn well you don't think I care about this." I sent him a look. "You seem to be a lot of things. A slimy, little man. A pathetic excuse for a father...Bad at matching your socks with the rest of your clothes..." I looked down at his ugly socks before shaking my head. "But somehow I don't think you're stupid. Not stupid enough to think I give a singular shit about your son or how he's feeling."

I opened my car door and slid in to grab the stuff I needed before climbing out and closing it once again.

"You seem to be a lot of things too. Smart mouthed, violent, cold-hearted, cruel." He spat. "You've already proved your point, Dahlia. You beat my son up and you made him regret ever trying anything with you! You don't have to press charges as well! Look, they're giving him a fine of $5500 to pay because of this!"

"Sounds like a good deal. That's..." I paused for a moment to get out my phone and pull up the calculator. "Approximately $19,500 less than what you offered me to drop the charges."

"You needed your calculator just to figure that out?" He chuckled.

"We all have our faults. Some of us suck at math. Some of us clearly don't know how to get a proper haircut...Your edges look terrible, my dude." I laughed.

"Dahlia, $5500 is a lot more than $25,000 if you really think about it!" He ran after me as I began walking again.

"And you had the audacity to judge me and my math." I scoffed. "You must suck ass at bargain shopping too. Do you even know how sales work?"

"If you don't drop the charges, if he has to pay that fine, that's gonna stay on his record! What's he supposed to say when somebody asks why he's got that on his record?!"

"That he tried to stick his dick into someone who didn't want his dick in them? That he followed a girl to the bathroom, and not only tried to sexually assault her, but also punched her in the face and slammed her onto a floor and up against a wall?"

"I understand why you're mad. I'd be mad too! But don't be stupid. $25000 is a lot of money. You could buy a lot with that money! You could put that into your savings, or you could use it to buy stuff for your new house or for the baby your brothers about to have!"

I stopped in my tracks and turned to look at him, sending him a glare. He held his hands up quickly. "My son is a friend of one of your brother's friends. That's how I know that."

"I'm not taking your stupid money and I'm not dropping the stupid charges. You're lucky I didn't charge him with sexual assault like I should've."

He sighed and shook his head at me. "You're just being difficult to be difficult! It literally makes no sense to turn down this kind of money just to spite some guy who won't matter to you in the next few months!"

"What doesn't make sense is you hanging around a high school parking lot, following a young girl around and trying to force her to take your dirty money in return for her staying silent about what your idiot son did to her," I growled, stepping closer to him. "Why are you here instead of at home taking care of your stupid son since he's feeling so bad? Why are you here, trying to make me feel guilty and drop the charges instead of talking to your son about how wrong what he did was?"

"Dah—"

"Shut the fuck up when I'm talking!" I spat. "You said it yourself the last time you were here, stalking me like the weird ass predator you probably are. This isn't the first time he's done something like this. 'Twenty thousand is usually enough.' Are you kidding me?!" I scoffed.

"I—"

"You'd rather bribe a girl to stay silent than talk to your son and make sure he knows that what he did was wrong and that he shouldn't do it again?! You'd rather come out of your pockets and spend thousands upon thousands of dollars over and over again to get his ass out of trouble than let him suffer the consequences and pay a measly little fine?! You should be grateful! His ass should be going to jail!"

"You don't understand!" He yelled. "I don't condone his behavior! Trust me, I feel terrible about what happened to you and any other girl he may or may not have done this too! I've tried talking to him about it over and over again, but he just doesn't listen! I've pleaded with him to stop doing this shit, but he doesn't listen! He's just got all this pent up rage and he just...I don't know," He sighed.

"Believe me, I don't want this kind of thing to keep happening. It's really starting to put a dent into my pockets, and I don't like having to hang around this school talking to smart-mouthed little girls like you either!" He narrowed his eyes. "Trying to keep his record clear is getting harder and harder, but I—I don't know what to do about him and until I figure it out, I need you to cooperate. I need you to be a good girl and just—just drop this!"

I let out a small sigh. "Do you have the money on you?" I questioned lowly. He nodded quickly.

"I always just have cash! I have it in my briefcase which is in my car!"

"I just want ten thousand. I like to think I'm a minimalist, you know?" I smiled.

"I...I don't think that's how it works, but whatever! Follow me!" He grabbed my arm and yanked me along with him as he practically sprinted to his car. "You don't know how thankful I am for this! You're really helping me out!"

I rolled my eyes and waited impatiently as he opened his car door and pulled out his briefcase. He popped it open and handed me a few stacks of cash. "Ten thousand!" He smiled.

"No backsies," I told him sternly. He chuckled as he leaned against the car. "Yeah, okay, kid! No backsies! Oh, I could just kiss you!" He grinned, jumping on his heels.

I sent him a look. "Well, don't. Fucking weirdo." I rolled my eyes before turning to walk away

"Thank you again, Dahlia! Really!" He yelled after me. I flipped him off.

Fucking idiot. Why in the hell would he trust me just like that? As if I'd drop those damn charges just like that simply because he asked. No wonder Rufus is a moron. Apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

I opened my car yet again and shoved the money into my glove compartment before slowly walking back toward the auditorium door.

Just a few minutes left of this meeting.

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A/N: I forgot to mention that Lucifer is literally the name of a character in another Billie book I'm writing lmao (the one I said only had one damn chapter bc I suck. & that one chapter isn't even finished.)