❝You are the one girl that made me risk everything for a future.❞ -
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Adalyn Diaz isn't used to getting fan mail, Anastasia (though they kinda have the same face) or Chase definitely, but not her so when a red paper heart falls out of her...
"Justin, what the hell am I going to wear?" I yell into the phone as I search through my closet.
"Well, it's still warm, so why don't you wear a tank top, cardigan and jeans?" He asks as he brings the phone closer to his face so he can squint into what little of my closet he can see. I find something similar and show him.
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"Damn, look at my hot best friend." Justin screams into the phone as he looks me over.
"Calm down, I can hear you. There's no need to scream so loud." I wince, lowering the volume on my phone.
"Y'know I don't even know why you ask me for outfit choices, you're not too bad at choosing outfits."
"I like making sure you approve." I shrug.
"I'll always approve, and whenever you and your sister are done, I'm waiting outside for you, but I won't wait for long, so you better hurry."
"Yeah, we're coming." I shrug him off as I grab my stuff for school and shove them inside, including my small cosmetics bag, phone charger, and airpods.
"Anastasia, hurry. Justin is waiting outside!" I shout from my room in hopes she hears me.
"Yup I'm here." She groans and stands in my doorway. She has on a blue sweater vest and a white skirt.
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"I like your outfit." I spray some perfume before shoving it into my bag and zipping it up.
"Thanks. You ready to go?"
"As ready as I'll ever be." I sling my arm around her waist as she has her arm around my shoulder and together we walk out and into Justin's car.
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"Justin, give me your schedule. I want to see if we have any classes together." I lean over the compartment box to look at him as we're stopped at a red light.
"In my bag, the small front pocket, it's folded." He continues to watch the light as I rummage through his bag before finally finding the folded piece of paper. I pull mine out as well and quickly skim out disappointingly.
