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Karma shook her head in disbelief. "You dumb bitch! You're a traitor, you should've told me so I won't use this shit" they laughter was enveloped by the song in the radio. Karma sniffed hard through the cold breeze of the night. "Oh the smell of the blood with ecstasy", Kieran smirked at her before disappearing into thin air. "I told that goddamn thing not to show off" she whispered to herself.

Jason spit fired in different intonations like an annoying teenage girl. "Liar! Just concentrate on your driving and take me to santa Monica in peace... Why are we even doing this, like going on this vacay together?" I asked feeling a ray of sunshine hit my face, staring at my phone screen I realized I'd been given angles but I wasn't in the Kardashian mood right now.

Eve was familiar with that look each time she was talking about another man. “Yes.” Her reply was simple. “Let’s go then. Let’s go meet Mr. Grey.” There was a traffic jam on the way, with Wesley driving, he appeared to be impatient and if he could fly over the traffic he could have. Eve stared at the fleet of cars and over at the billboard which was having a picture of Sadie in an advert. She scoffed. “The crazy girl.” She looked away and stared back at Wesley. “That girl, who is she?” She stared at her nails and was picking out the dirt from them.

But the truth was, she was just as clueless. Taking a deep breath, Eva pulled the car over to the side of the road. With a trembling hand, she reached back to comfort Millie, trying her best to hide her tears. "I know, Millie," she whispered, her voice laced with tenderness and pain. "I miss Daddy too. We all do." “Eva, what's going to happen to us? Did we do something wrong?" Eddie asked quietly. “Are we going to be in big trouble?”

Evas pov Wait , Do I want this or do I not. I mean he is hot .but do I really want to be in a relationship. Wait I just got an brilliant idea: "So james do you really want To go out with me and you are sure that you like me." "Yesss eva ,I am damm sure about my feelings for you ". "Ok then lets play a game ,basically I ask a question and I will give you 10 sec to answer me ,"

What should I do now? Ava tried calling him back but he had turned off his phone so she sent him an apology text. She was sorry and wished she could make it up to him. It was the second time such a thing was happening to her. The first one happened sometime last year. She was at this party her childhood friend, Olivia had invited her to. They had a good time. A lot of handsome and influential guys were present. She had gone to the bathroom to ease herself and she came out to meet someone in the doorway.

"Listen to me. we will get through this together." Ryan yanked his hands back in anger, coating every word in bitter venom. "How could I? How can any part of me believe again since all those who were supposed to know my secret, be its keeper, couldn't?" "You can," Eva said with conviction, "believe in me." Ryan laughed, a hard and bitter sound. "You mean like Ava?" Eva went white, her eyes shining with an evil glitter. "Enough, Ryan! Ava didn't mean it. Samantha must have done something to her head!! Manipulated her somehow.”

Peyton slipped into the bathroom, leaving Carver and Ava in a palpable tension on the floor. With Peyton gone, Ava shifted away from Carver, her eyes searching his. "What you just did was bullshit, Carver. You pushed me. Violently." Carver's eyes, heavy with regret, locked onto Ava's, the weight of what he had done pressing on him visibly. He stuttered, "I—I know, Ava. I—I'm s-so deeply s-sorry." His voice trembled with the rawness of his emotions. "I promise, I promise, I'll never... I'll never touch you in anger again. Ever."

I recognized the name, the kind of company that had been built specifically around athletes who existed outside the traditional mold, whose roster read like a list of people who'd decided authenticity was worth more than the alternative. One line. 'Our door is open, @JaxonWhitfield94.' I stared at it. In the dark. Three am. Callum asleep on the other end of the couch. Elena's voice on a recording saying your son is happy for the first time in years. A list on a piece of paper in my wallet, short, honest, slightly terrifying. The door was open. A different door than the one that had just closed. I put my phone down. I looked at the dark ceiling of Callum's apartment.