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"word around the school is, matt sturniolo was getting cheated on by josie pomeno and melina imal knew about it."
"word around the internet is matt and melina are dating and act like they despise each other for views."
well those are just rum...
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♫ours - taylor swift
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CHAPTER 52 "DINNER PARTY"
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"chris, i can't go to vermont. i'm sorry, but my parents won't let me—especially with finals still going on this coming week, i can't fail at all or i'm dead." layla sighs, arms crossed as she stands in front of him.
chris's smile falters instantly, the excitement in his eyes dimming. "but the trip is after i get back from la, we're spending christmas in a cabin!" he says grabbing her hand, pleading. "come on, layla, you should at least ask now before it's too late."
it was friday. all week layla had been pulling all-nighters, surviving on caffeine and panic to study for these exams.
chris's family trip to vermont was soon. and as much as she wanted to say yes to his invite, she already knew the answer her parents would give.
"you know how they are." she adds quietly, almost apologetically. "and it doesn't help that they still haven't warmed up to you yet."
chris sighs, "yeah, your mom nearly curb stomped me when she saw us at the library the other day "not studying."
layla smiles, "i was studying, you were too busy trying to draw me with highlighters."
they share a laugh, the tension easing a bit.
"but seriously," chris adds, "i want to come up with a plan. maybe if we do something to impress your parents, they'll finally let you go."
"chris—" layla sighs, but he cuts her off. "dinner at my house. tomorrow night. you, me, my parents, your parents. and maybe matt and melina. nick might pop in too but it's okay, so—"
"layla! i told you to meet me around the corner!" a sharp voice cuts through their conversation.
both chris and layla jump, turning toward the sound. layla's mom is sitting in her car right in front of them, windows rolled down, eyes narrowed in that unmistakably stern way.
"hi mrs. solis," chris says, offering a small, nervous wave—only to be completely ignored.
layla's mom doesn't even glance at him. instead, she fixes her gaze on layla. "let's go. you have studying to do," she says flatly, her tone leaving no room for argument.
