Alpha Jax
Justin asks, still watching Brooke’s computer screen over her shoulder.
“That’s what we need to find out,” Brooke replies simply, spinning in her chair to face the monitor that Carly turned on.
Right as I glance up at it, the video chat connects, a girl appearing on the screen. She looks to be a few years older than me, with the prettiest dark eyes, caramel skintone and light brown curls. She’s a dead ringer for Zendaya- I’m immediately struck by how stunning she is.
“Hey, Astrid,” Brooke greets, wheeling her desk chair a little closer as the rest of us hang back.