Chapter 2

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-2 Months later-

I pack a few snacks in my bag for tomorrow's midterm tests. It was senior year of university, and there's no way in hell I was going to blow it and miss credits.

I walk to the shared fridge in my apartment and my eyes roam around looking for my yellow Gatorade.

I frown in disappointment when it's no where to be seen. Shelby or Fireball must've taken it.

Me: did one of you guys take my Gatorade?

Fireball: the yellow one?

Me: per usual...

Fireball: yeah ❤️

I sigh, too tired to scold Fireball. It would be useless anyways.

Shelby: you fucking serious Fireball? Stop stealing food

Fireball: watch me bitch

Shelby: stealers go to hell

Fireball: and so do all lgbt+ members. Might as well go down being a legend with all the sinning I'm doing on a daily

Me: I'm gonna write stealers go to hell on my food from now on. Thanks for the idea shelbs

Shelby: you're absolutely welcome

Me: meanwhile, I will be changing Fireballs contact in my phone to Gatorade Whore

Gatorade Whore: bitch the fuck? Seriously?

Me: yeah ❤️

Me: *screenshot sent* Look!

Shelby: hey, look Fireball, you're named after another drink!

Gatorade Whore: oh my god go fuck yourselves

Me: you took my Gatorade :( You got what you deserve

Shelby: Wasn't that for your testing center snack or whatever?

Me: yeah, but it's fine. I'll just go out and get a few more Anyways.

Gatorade Whore: oh shit I didn't know it was for testing! Sorry

Me: mmhm, now you apologize

Shelby: just go get more and I'll Venmo you

Gatorade Whore: why are you paying?

Shelby: I'm not. You are.

Gatorade Whore: what...WAIT DO YOU HAVE MY CREDIT INFORMATION?

Shelby: yeah ❤️

Gatorade Whore: I'm suing

I crack a smile at a Venmo notification popping up at the top of my phone screen, saying I got $5.00.

Me: thanks fireball!

Gatorade Whore: SHELBY I KNOW WHERE YOU SLEEP

I silence my phone, letting the twins argue over the group-chat we all have together.

I put on decent clothes, not preferring to go out in sweats. And by decent clothes I mean I just exchanged a pair of jeans for my sweat pants. The hoodie and messy hair were still staying.

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