Destiny
she inquired, stepping closer to me.
"Bel... Beelze... Bub and I," I stammered, my voice trembling as I struggled to form coherent words.
"I don't understand, Destiny. What's wrong?" June asked again, her brows furrowed with concern.
"Beelzebub and I made out in his room," I mumbled, feeling my cheeks flush with embarrassment as I anxiously glanced down at my fancy shoes. Nervousness took hold of me, unsure of how she'd react to this unexpected revelation.
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