Churro Jackson.

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• — 𝙘𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙤 𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙤𝙣.

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@thecalumconda the ping of a notification come through when her phone screen lit up. just at the same time people around the new york area with the update she was trying desperately to avoid. “ don't be a dick! you can't keep my phone from me all day! ”

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following the encounter at the hospital, churro was still a little shell-shocked at the whole interaction. despite her reluctance to first, maybe this whole plan was working out like calum said it would. that being ‘together’ would in turn cause a draw from their exes.

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@thecalumconda the efforts went completely to dispare.

“ calum! ” she snapped, still trying her best to no avail. her hands barely reached his forearm, even stood up on her tip-toes which just pissed her off more in the whole situation. but in the struggle, she didn't even notice +

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@thecalumconda her hands were trembling as they found his contact.

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@thecalumconda open to find her contacts. because she wanted the truth — from the source.

“ jesus, they've been together two fucking minutes. you expect me to believe that. ” a small shake of her head as she stared down at the contact list — anything to avoid his eye-line. but +

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@thecalumconda trust despite the adamance of disbelief. “ they're not . . . they can't be. ”

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@thecalumconda like facing her own feelings on the matter.

“ no, you got it wrong. there's no way they're engaged. i saw him yesterday, and he would have told me. jace wouldn't keep something like that from me. ” her voice was calm, but there was a small tremor. a hint of +

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@imabelievcr

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@imabelievcr @lostlettrs just . . . so sorry. ”

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@lostlettrs @imabelievcr managing to make out his features in the darkness. and before she could manage a response to him, she was hoisted from the seat.

“ where am i? ” she finally mumbled, her head rested against his chest as he carried her swiftly back into his home. one she remembered +

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@imabelievcr @lostlettrs readjusting to the temperature and sensation. she adjusted and moved her head more against him like she was trying to shelter from the flow.

“ i'm sorry. ” she managed out. it was directed at the two of them, but her voice was still hoarse and low. “ fuck — i'm +