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[color=darkgray][indent][indent]On the fourteenth day of January, Ariana’s gold Aston Martin was parked in front of the Lambert driveway, with the girl behind the wheel jamming along to the loud, throbbing music coming from the speakers while she patiently waited for Chrissie. Her manicured thumbs shifted from scrolling to typing across the screen of her phone, glossy pink lips mouthing the lyrics of [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CNKY5YVnjCg]Kiiara’s ‘Gloe’[/url]. The remaining few days of the winter holiday break had gone by in the blink of an eye. Having spent the latter part of the week at Jace’s house and the weekend in and out of the salon, Ari hadn’t had time to properly catch up with her best friend. Thankfully, their bi-yearly tradition of carpooling to school on the first day of every semester provided the perfect opportunity to spend some much needed girl time together.

In a matter of seconds, Chrissie had given her cousin “hugs-and-kisses” goodbye and scurried off to her constant. The person she knew would always be there for her, no matter the circumstances. This consistency was honestly what she needed after almost losing part of her identity to a man who needed saving. She felt most herself when around her because Ariana understood her and related. She was literally the [i]best[/i].

Chris’ strength and weakness happens to be her ambition, and that has compromised most of her friendships because at the end of the day, her wants outweigh anyone else’s. She could be a ruthless cunt, but that didn’t mean she was a bad person and Ariana saw that. She saw every shade to her. Chris simply had her priorities figured out, and not many other highschoolers could say the same thing. When she finally took her place in the passenger seat, she smirked at her Cherry, [color=76ff7a]“Sexy as always.”[/color] She leaned in and gave her best friend an intimate kiss on the cheek, before pulling away and laughing,  [color=76ff7a]“Was your break as spectacular as Stella’s? Girl is on cloud nine because of her Paris adventure!”[/color]  

[color=BF225D]“Wait just one second. We haven’t seen each other in four weeks, and all I get is a kiss on the cheek like I’m just another one of your Drama Club pals? I am [i]hurt[/i], Chrissie. [i]Very hurt[/i],”[/color] Ariana teased, turning to her friend with a fake pout.

Mischievously, Chris gave an eye roll and teased right back, [color=76ff7a]“What do you want? Tongue? That would make Mr. Russo completely jealous. I mean, sure. But you should send him a pic.”[/color] She stuck her tongue out, seeing if she’d do it or not.  

[color=BF225D]“A picture? I can send him a whole five-star film production, and he’ll be [i]begging[/i] for more,”[/color] she answered with a laugh.

Widely grinning now, Chrissie shifted her torso and leaned closer to her best friend,  [color=76ff7a]“Then what are we waiting for? Let’s make him [i]hot[/i] and [i]bothered[/i].”[/color] One perk of Chris being single was, one, she was more open to making out with her thirsty best friend, and two, she was repressed and hadn’t had sex in over a month. Getting a good kiss in could set the mood for the rest of her day! 

Smirking, Ariana pulled up the Snapchat app, made sure to have the front camera at the ready, scooted closer to her best friend so they could both be on the landscape shot and pressed her lips to hers at the same time her thumb started recording.

It was obvious they’ve done this plenty of times before. By now this heated, provocative, and inviting kiss was instinctual. Nothing like those kisses you see middle schoolers doing with closed mouths and as if they’ve never held hands before. Nah, man. This was the type of kiss that made your body melt just watching. Relenting in Ariana’s grasp, Chris played with her hair, holding her tighter, and tighter, as she let out light whimpers of anticipation.

Soon enough, Ariana had grown tired of dividing her attention between making sure the shot was just right and ensuring the quality of the kiss wasn’t suffering. Now that she had plenty of footage, the brunette locked her phone, mindlessly tossed it somewhere in the car and directed her complete focus onto Chris. With both hands now free, she placed one on the girl’s waist and let the other one’s fingers lae around the girl’s curly hair, all the while making the kiss more aggressive and passionate. They let it go on for a long moment longer, and only when they were both struggling for breath did Ariana finally pull away.

[color=BF225D]“Whew. Talk about a coming home present!”[/color] she said cheerfully, giggling and pulling Chrissie into a tight, quick hug. It had been four weeks too many without her ray of sunshine, and as much as her family, Jace, shopping and self-care kept her busy, there was nothing like spending some time with the person who will always have your back no matter what. [color=BF225D]“I missed you, bitch. Greece wasn’t the same without you.”[/color]

[color=76ff7a]“I can promise you, I missed you more. Do you know how many movies I watched by myself?”[/color] She pulled away, pouting a little. [color=76ff7a]“Too many.”[/color] She paused for dramatic effect. [color=76ff7a]“I was pathetic! You would’ve slapped me silly if you saw me.”[/color] She nervously smiled, showing her teeth, not ashamed to admit she was depressed for the past couple weeks. [color=76ff7a]“I’m better now. I did the whole ice cream therapy and am ready to show the school I’m back! Full throttle.”[/color] She added.

[color=BF225D]“That’s the spirit, babycakes!”[/color] Ariana whooped, shifting her attention back to the car and starting on with the drive to Kings. With the roof down and the comfortable speed she was using, both girls’ glossy locks of hair flew around their faces, and the rays of sunshine served to accentuate their beauty. [color=BF225D]“That meathead’s not worth your time, babe. Jason made the mistake of his life by treating you like he did. You’ll show him how stupid he really was in no time. On to the next one!”[/color]

[color=76ff7a]“I doubt there will be a next one. I’m probably going to play the field and enjoy myself. Romance is not worth it in high school. Maybe, I should get myself a teacher too.”[/color] Chris gave a half laugh, as she relished the wind that twirled in her strands of light brown hair and whistled in her ear.

[color=BF225D]“Hey, as long as it’s not [i]my[/i] teacher, go for it!”[/color] Ariana answered with an appreciative chuckle.

[color=76ff7a]“To be real, Cherry.”[/color] She looked away from the passing houses and back at the bombshell sitting beside her, [color=76ff7a]“I envy you. Aside from your Pumpkin, you really are good at protecting your heart.”[/color]  

That made the girl behind the wheel quiet for a second, suddenly lost in thought. But when she realized she was far too silent [color=BF225D]“I try… But I think one of them’s tearing down the walls…”[/color] Ariana admitted, biting her lower lip. It was something she’d been thinking about all throughout her time with Jace, but not one she liked dwelling on.

The ache returned from when Chris was talking to Stella. That ache that reminded her where she was and where everyone else seemed to be in their life. Flourishing and with rose-colored lenses on. [color=76ff7a]“...are you going to see [i]him[/i]? Now that Kellie is out of the picture.”[/color] It seemed that as much as she wanted to stop believing in love, things were falling into place for the two people she cared about the most. 

[color=BF225D]“[i]Kellie[/i]? What does [i]Kellie[/i] have to do with Ja- OH!”[/color] she cried out, laughing and shaking her head at her own stupidity for a few seconds. [color=BF225D]“You thought I meant Max! Oh no, not him. I’m [i]definitely[/i] jumping on that lap now that Krazy Kellie’s out of the picture, but I wasn’t talking about Max. I was actually talking about Jace.”[/color]

For some reason Ariana having feelings for a teacher versus one of their classmates gave Chris some sort of relief. She didn’t know why they seemed different to her. Perhaps, to her, she saw it as two different forms of affection, but regardless of what the case was, Ariana was falling for Mr. Russo and Chris couldn’t be happier! Her reaction also helped push the lingering doubt and sadness back in its hole, where it belongs, and Chris was back to joking and smiling [color=76ff7a]“You and Mr. Russo would have cute babies.”[/color] which reminded her, causing her to pull out her phone, [color=76ff7a]“Did you see Diablo’s story? They’re having a baby girl.”[/color] 

[color=BF225D]“He is? Oh, that’s cool!”[/color] Ariana answered mindlessly, still lost in the thoughts of her own romantic issues. [color=BF225D]“I’ll make sure to congratulate him and April later and get something cute for the Baby Driver.”[/color]

Placing her phone on her lap, realizing Ariana’s mind was still caught up with her man’s, Chris curiously inquired, [color=76ff7a]“So, teacher. He’s the real deal, huh? Does that mean you’re considering being ‘off the market’ soon? Or nah? Well, obviously after you get some Max D.”[/color] 

[color=BF225D]“Maybe…”[/color]  she teased with a small smirk. [color=BF225D]“I don’t think he sees me in that way, though. We’ve always made it clear that there are no strings attached, and if we were to go public or get caught in any way it would put his career on the line. I care about Jace too much to jeopardize that.”[/color]

[color=76ff7a]“I’m sure if he really wants you, which I don’t know why he wouldn’t, he’d wait until you graduate. Have you talked to him about the future?”[/color] 

[color=BF225D]“Nah. I’m a ‘live in the moment’ kind of girl, and I wouldn’t want to scare him off talking about commitments and all that,”[/color] Ariana half-lied as she pulled into one of the available spaces in the Kings Academy senior parking lot. It was true that she didn’t want to run him Jace off with that kind of serious talk. But she also knew fully well that another reason why she had avoided the topic was because she was much too afraid of being rejected by someone she undoubtedly had feelings for… Not that she would ever admit it. Ariana Mossos wasn’t known for being insecure, and she wouldn’t start now.

The youngest Mossos eventually took a deep breath, shook the distracting thoughts out of her head and turned to the girl next to her with a bright smile. [color=BF225D]“Now, as much as I would love to continue this conversation, I have a blond little boy toy to find before the bell rings…”[/color]  she confidently declared, grabbing her Prada handbag from the backseat and exiting the car. [color=BF225D]“Lock the doors when you get out, and don’t make plans for tonight! I’ll take you out to dinner and you can stay over. There’s so much we still need to catch up on...”[/color]  the brunette said mischievously with a wink, giving Chrissie one last kiss. [color=BF225D]“Love ya, slut!”[/color]  she called out to her bestie before sauntering in the direction of the school, her plaid skirt dangerously dancing around her. [/indent][/indent][/color]