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A photograph of Jessica Jane. Smiling.

It’s indeed very powerful. What I’m going to do next will be a key point, because even though Gia’s pictures have given me more information than what I expected, if I see any of those in Prince I*******m then I’m totally done. I gulp and click the link. I swear that I’m not breathing as I’m scrolling through his pictures. Chill, Cheska. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. I need oxygen to live. Not so much information is visible on Prince profile. He doesn’t post frequently, and there are only a bunch of pictures showing objects such as motorcycles, other automotive and landscapes. Some photos of him with his football buddies celebrating the game are the only exceptions.

"We're leaving. Now." "Do you know this jerk?" Chad asked, standing and meeting me chest to chest. If he only fucking knew how pissed I was, he'd be running with his tail between his legs. I stood taller, dwarfing him by at least six inches. When I turned toward Charli, I couldn't believe my eyes. She wasn't wearing anything that I'd bought. Under my grip was some cheap gold jewelry that looked like a snake twisted around her forearm. Her eyelids sparkled. She was made up like some kind of eighties' throwback punk-rocker.

Liv explained. I studied Chandler in a whole new light, and she fidgeted a little. She was so damn pretty; a little slim thing with soft-looking hot-pink waves falling to her collarbone, and massive green eyes. Her expression was calm, her body relaxed. The jean shorts she wore fell to the middle of her thighs, and her t-shirt was white and faded—but the over-time kind of faded, not the stylish kind. On the front, there was a flower and the words, "choose kindness".

Bianca Cruz. Her white T-shirt was plastered to her body, revealing her curves, the shorts she wore clinging to her thighs. And with her lovely oval face turned up to the rain, her heavy brown hair clinging like a sheet to her curvaceous body, she looked like an ethereal spirit, a water nymph, swept up in the magic of the moment, relishing the rain…

"She likes you, fucking smile," Azu said under his breath while maintaining a smile for the women. Kachi lifted his lips slightly before turning away from the slim dancer he'd been watching earlier. He couldn't see much of her face, but her eyes seemed to be accentuated by the red of her mask. Her brown eyes were like pools of molten chocolate and he'd felt uncomfortable looking into their depths. "You can do better." Chike knocked their legs together and Kachi scowled at his friend.