Page 19 of Loving Lauren
The morning after the club, Sierra’s phone lit up with chaos. It was a buzzing that came only from one place.
? The Chaos Coven ?
Raven: So. Spill it. Don’t make me drag it out of you.
Calliope: Confess, darling. My wine is poured and waiting for gossip.
Jett:Sooo... was it lip action or just long stares and tragic poetry?
Sierra:Rude. We danced, we talked, and maybe I fell a little harder.
Jett:Sooo... was it lip action or just long stares and tragic poetry?
Sierra:Rude. We danced, we talked, and maybe I fell a little harder.
Jett:That’s it? No steamy details? You’re killing me here.
Sierra:Unlike some people, I don’t broadcast my love life to the group chat every weekend.
Raven:Drag him harder. Man lives for attention.
Calliope:Sierra, queen, you voiced the collective truth.
Jett:Hey, I’m an open book. And that book has excellent reviews. Okay, but seriously, she’s officially one of us, right?
Calliope: Without question. Time for a rebirth. Rise, new chat, rise!
Jett: RIP Chaos Coven. May she rest in memes and midnight thirst traps.
Raven: Long live... wait, what do we call it?
Calliope: The name must be iconic. Etched in legend. Sparkle included.
Sierra: What aboutThe Inner Circle?
Jett: Say less.
Sierra: Making it now. Hold, please.
A moment later, she invited Lauren into the group chat.
? The Inner Circle ?
Jett: New chat. Who dis? Upgrade unlocked.
Calliope: Welcome to The Inner Circle, Lauren. No takesies backsies.
Lauren: I am honored. I’ve heard stories.
Raven: Lies. Except the cartwheel in boots. That disaster is canon.
Sierra: It was a spontaneous moment.
Lauren: Honestly? I respect the chaos.
Jett: We have one sacred tradition.
Raven: Weekly movie night. Sierra’s place. Attendance mandatory. No excuses, no mercy.
