𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋| Robby Keene [COMPLETED UNTIL SEASON 6 PART 3]

𝟎𝟑𝟑. girls day

chapter thirty-three:
❛ girls day ❜

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Alison and Clementine had been invited to a girls' day out with Sam, Moon, and Yasmine. Alison was thrilled at the prospect of spending time with the girls, excited for a day of bonding and pampering. Clementine, on the other hand, wasn't so enthusiastic. She enjoyed hanging out with Sam and Moon, but the thought of spending the day with Yasmine made her stomach churn. Clementine couldn't stand Yasmine, convinced that she was using Demetri just for his body and didn't actually care about him.

The five girls sat in a cozy booth at their favorite café, the sun streaming through the windows, casting a warm glow over their table. Clementine sat between Sam and Alison, while Moon and Yasmine were across from them. The tension between Clementine and Yasmine was palpable, though the rest of the girls seemed determined to ignore it.

Sam was busy texting Miguel, her fingers moving quickly over the screen. She had confided in the girls earlier that she was considering taking a break from her relationship with him. Things had been feeling off lately, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to continue as they were. Sam's phone pinged with a response from Miguel, and she quickly showed it to the group. The message read, "Can't wait to see you tonight. How are you?"

Yasmine snorted, not even trying to hide her disdain. "Desperate," she commented, a smirk playing on her lips as she leaned back in the booth.

Clementine rolled her eyes at Yasmine's remark. Typical, she thought. She felt a nudge on her side and turned to see Alison giving her a subtle look, as if to say, Don't engage. Clementine took a deep breath, trying to reign in her irritation.

Alison, ever the sweet one, frowned slightly. "That's so sweet... I feel bad though," she said, her voice soft and genuine.

"He knows he's in deep shit," Clementine added with a shrug, trying to lighten the mood. She knew Miguel wasn't completely oblivious—he could sense something was wrong, but Sam had yet to fully express how she felt.

"I just... I feel like things have been off lately. There's so much I want to say. Maybe I should just... lay it all out?" Sam suggested, her voice tinged with uncertainty. She looked around the table for advice, clearly torn about what to do.

Before anyone could respond, Yasmine snatched the phone from Sam's hand, her eyes widening in disbelief. "No!" she exclaimed, her voice loud enough to draw the attention of a few nearby tables.

"She's right. Less is more," Clementine chimed in, surprising herself by agreeing with Yasmine. She shot a sidelong glance at Alison and leaned in, whispering, "Ew, I'm agreeing with Yasmine." Alison chuckled quietly, the corners of her mouth twitching upward.