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[color=crimson]INTERACTING WITH[/color] ⤑ Arthur [Crush]
[color=crimson]FEELING[/color] ⤑ [color=hotpink]Lost...[/color]
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Entering her bedroom, Helene watched Alyssa's sleeping figure. She wondered if she had gotten any rest after the party, from what she was told, they left the party pretty late. If she had met with Jacob earlier, she might've stayed up--no, she definitely had stayed up, she had taken Eva somewhere first thing in the morning. She felt a pang of guilt as she looked down at Alyssa, and eventually she had to get out. She felt sick to her stomach from blaming herself for this mess they were in. Her phone buzzed, and she hoped it was Eva, though when she read Terrance's message, she was relieved to see that he had passed along the message. Gigi had asked about him, and admittedly it made her uneasy. Maybe the reason Gigi was asking about him was because he already knew about her history. The thought made her feel worse, making her insides twist uncomfortably. Why? It's not like she liked him or anything. She just liked flirting with him. And texting him. Eva had asked if she liked him, but with her past as dead weight, she wasn't going to drag anyone down with her if she could help it. She wasn't going to make that mistake. She couldn't. She buried her heart a long time ago.

So why was she still staring at his text?

At that point, Gigi walked back into the house, and Helene frowned at her. "[color=lightsalmon]I have an idea,[/color]" She said, scratching the back of her neck. "[color=lightsalmon]I say we go the diplomatic route.[/color]"

"[color=orangered]That's cute,[/color]" Gigi said dryly.

"[color=lightsalmon]I'm serious![/color]" Helene whined. "[color=lightsalmon]We'll probably do better together, and maybe I can convince them to...look the other way, for Alyssa's sake?[/color]"

Gigi raised an eyebrow at her. "[color=orangered]Convince...how? Bribery? Threatening them?[/color]"

"[color=lightsalmon]Or just by...talking?[/color]" Helene shook her head. "[color=lightsalmon]God, Gigi, get your blood lust under control! Text Alexander. Tell him you want to meet up.[/color]"

"[color=orangered]Why would I--don't![/color]" Gigi yelped as Helene tackled her onto the couch, sliding her hands into her pockets. "[color=orangered]Helene! Stop! Ah--AH![/color]" The redhead took the chance and nipped on Gigi's neck, paralyzing her and yanked her phone away. "[color=orangered]If you text Alexander he'll take it the wrong way![/color]" She said, chasing her into the kitchen. But Helene was a quick texter, and her faux-Gigi message had passed: [i][color=orangered]Do you think we can talkkkkndwsjuvigoplsadbgmlotg[/color][/i] The beginning Helene's doing, and the end accomplished when Gigi jumped on Helene and the two fell onto the floor.

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Letting it all out managed to do wonders, though it was mixed with shame and bitterness. As her sobbing finally died down, she looked up, trying to get herself to calm down. Eva didn't even understand why she cried, there were so many things going through her head that she couldn't think straight. As she tried to wipe her cheeks, she winced, her left cheek throbbing. Picking up her phone, she inspected her reflection. She couldn't tell if it was swollen, but it was definitely red. She couldn't believe her mother actually hit her. Then again, she probably deserved it, deliberately pushing onto her mother's greatest weakness. She wished her dad was around again, but knew that wouldn't amount to anything. Now that she was a little calmer, she had no idea what to do now. Should she try booking it to someone's house? She didn't know if Alyssa was still missing, had only gone to Gigi's apartment once, and had no idea where Helene lived. Great. She briefly entertained the idea of calling Arthur, but she didn't want to bother him with this. As the thought crossed her mind, her phone lit up, revealing that he was calling her. The gravel left indents on her knees as Eva finally got to her feet, dusting whatever gravel stuck to her legs off. Sniffling, she tried to wipe her face clean with her shirt, exhaling a breath with a slight hiccup. She had a majority of control over herself by now, but she couldn't quite get rid of the sniffling, and she didn't want to miss the call.

"[color=pink]H-Hello,[/color]" She threw her head back, silently cursing her voice for wavering. "[color=pink]Um, what's up...?[/color]"

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