ALESSIA’s POV. I woke up the next day feeling tired. Stretching, I stood up from my bed and walked to the kitchen for a light cup of creamed coffee.Luckily, Kendra was there before me, so she probably would have made breakfast.“You came on time. Here, whisk the eggs while I chop the vegetables,” she said, pointing her greasy spatula at me.I groaned. “I thought you’d have made breakfast already,” I replied, breaking the eggs into a bowl.“I’m not your slave, baby girl. I’m your best friend,” she replied, swinging her hips in rhythm to the ’80s music playing from the living room.“Yeah. About Zane. Maybe he’s sweet after all,” she replied, passing me the carton of milk.I raised a brow at her, but that didn’t stop the faint blush creeping up my neck. “Why is he sweet now?”“The videos of you and Brittany are no longer online. So yeah, he deserves it. For now. That doesn’t mean he’s not an idiot,” she replied, and I laughed.“I’ll take it,” I said, and we got to work.About twenty mi
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