Twitter ❁ Malia Tate [1]

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Regret Is Best Received in UPS Box

@itscarterbitch: Logging off for a bit xx

@ariamiller: @itscarterbitch ????

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@maliatate: Carter please

@maliatate: telling you like this was a mistake

@maliatate: I just really like you, okay?

@maliatate: I've never felt like this before it's new to me

@maliatate: I'm sorry

@maliatate: idk what to do

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@maliatate: have you guys heard from carter?

@ariamiller: no

@lydiamartin: what happened??

@maliatate: I told her about me

@lydiamartin: oh hun

@maliatate: I made a huge mistake idk how to fix it

@ariamiller: maybe Kat has talked to her

(@sighkat was added to the group chat)

@sighkat: hey

@maliatate: has carter spoken to you at all lately

@sighkat: not really no

@sighkat: she just messaged me the other night that she was taking a break from social media

@ariamiller: did she say why??

@sighkat: she said she has work and it takes up most of her time

@maliatate: oh

@sighkat: why did something happen?

@maliatate: no, don't worry about it

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Carter let out a groan and ignored her 12th call that day, throwing her phone across the room and burying her face into her pillow.

"Ouch, what the fuck Carter?" Cooper rubbed his chest, where he had just been hit with a cellphone. His eyebrows furrowed when she threw her blanket over her head, an annoyed sigh coming from underneath the comforter. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"Nothing." She muttered, feeling her mattress shift next her. Cooper lifted the blanket up and slid under, poking her in the back. "Coop I'm fine, just leave me alone."

"Yeah, that sounds like bullshit." He replied, pulling on lock of her hair. Carter smacked blindly at him, hitting him square in the forehead. "Alright, alright."