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Me:

I hate you both.

Jordy left the group.

Lucia added Jordy to the group.

Sofia:

We can do this all day.

Exasperated, I throw my phone into my locker.

Catching feelings?

Do I like her? Yes.

Could we be something more? Maybe—I wish we could, but we both know there’s a line we can’t cross as long as we’re both on staff.

The end of the season can’t come quick enough.

Then what?

Would she want more?

I fucking hope so.

Maybe I could make her fall in love with me?

Hell, yeah.

Now, that sounds like a great fucking idea.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Lola

“What is it supposed to be?” I ask, tilting my head to the side, narrowing my focus, trying to figure out what I’m looking at.

“Stunning, isn’t it?” Piper appears by my side.

“I honestly have no fucking clue. What is it?” I point to the painting on the wall that Piper’s art gallery, Spectrum, is currently exhibiting.

“It’s inspired by the smell of freshly cut grass on a summer's day.”

“It’s blue.” That makes no sense.

“It’s art, darling.” Piper loops her arm into mine, which is what she does all the time.

“It’s shit is what it is,” I mutter through the side of my mouth.

“To you perhaps, but to me, it’s worth a cool quarter of a million dollars in commission.”

I raise my voice. “This is spectacular. It would look perfect in my library.” I look around, a few amblers spy what I’m referring to, and they walk over to the painting as Piper and I tiptoe away from it.

“I prefer obvious art where I can make out what it is.” I’m just being honest.

“Your preference is so banal,” she drawls.

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