Cinnamon Girl - Lana Del Ray

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THEA'S POV:

Each letter was sweet, full of the sugar of my heart and the brightness of my mouth and the comforting roll of my tongue.

But each letter fell short.

"I think I li-"

Bzz. Bzz. Bzz.

Both our gazes snapped to the phone on the kitchen island. Words glowed on the dark screen, a name beginning with E which I couldn't seem to register for my mouth was now full of lemons.

Synn's brows furrowed in mild indignation and he reached for his phone. I went cold all over. "Perdóname, preciosa, one moment," he said and swiped, bringing the phone to his ear. Leaning back in the chair, his eyes met mine but I instantly looked away. He paused, then spoke. "¿Qué pasa, Emilio? Dije que no quería que me molestaran."

[Forgive me, precious.]

[What's going on, Emilio? I said I didn't want to be disturbed.]

I threaded a hand through my hair and turned my head, eyes widening whilst containing a scream. What on earth? What on earth, what on earth, what on earth? What was I doing? Was I crazy? Did I take a psychosis-inducing pill this morning? The interruption was like ice water; it poured down my back, drenched my hair, and left me in the cold of reality and heat of embarrassment. I couldn't believe I was about to confess to Synn! I'd never even liked a guy before and now I was taking things into my own hands, acting like I was a professional?

No, Thea! Never do that again!

Running a clammy hand down my face, I cleared my throat and looked back at the man beside me. His brows were still creased, but it didn't look like he was terribly concentrated on his phone call; he was staring right at me. His authoritative voice permeated through the penthouse, though it was his churning ocean eyes that pierced right through me. I smiled embarrassedly and looked down at my plate, awkwardly poking one of the slivers of strawberry.

Tension ballooned inside me the more he stared and the more Spanish slipped past his plump lips, and I subconsciously started to shake my leg. How was I supposed to approach the situation now?

Eventually, Synn lowered the phone. He set it on the island and rolled the ring encircling his thumb between his fingers.

I glanced at him nervously. "Everything okay?"

"It was nothing important," he rumbled and placed one elbow on the counter, scrunching his large hand into a fist. Searchingly, he stared through the thick of his dark locks - spheres of blue stained glass glimmering in the haze of black. "I interrupted you. You were going to tell me something, no?"

"Hm? Was I? I-I don't seem to recall..."

Synn continued to stare.

I cleared my throat and played with my sweaty fingers.

"Um, actually! I was gonna say I need to leave or Mama would be mad at me. You know how mums get," I laughed nervously and squeezed my fingers hard in my lap. "Would- Would that be okay?"

For another moment, his eyes didn't waver. My eyes, on the other hand, were two ships at sail, bobbing with every motion of the current inside me.

He cocked his head to the side. "Are you telling the truth, Thea?"

"Of course I am!" I said. Cautiously, I glanced back at the man beside me.

His gaze burned across my cheek.

"You look nervous."

"Well- that's- that's because you keep staring at me! Don't do that," I scolded softly. At his refusal to obey my order, my shoulders shrunk into themself. I had to change the subject or I feared I'd spill all the feelings inside me. Eyes flitting to the chocolate jar, I impulsively reached over, scooped some spread with one finger, and daubed his nose with it. "I said don't look!"

Confused, he blinked at me. I bit back a snort and raised my hands to my mouth. How innocent a man garbed in tattoos and piercings could appear with the slightest smear of chocolate on his nose. With one thumb, he wiped the chocolate and looked down at it. He pressed his lips against his fingertip and sucked it clean, eyes meeting mine. Still stifling laughter, his eyes narrowed and he leaned back in his chair to gesture with one hand.

"Come here."

He grabbed the jar of chocolate. My eyes widened.

"Wait, wait, wait," I said cautiously and pushed my chair back. Synn was already standing and drawing nearer, fingers reaching inside the jar. "Wait, wait, it was an accident! I didn't mean it! Don-"

He smeared a small scoop of chocolate across my cheek. I gaped up at him. Now it was him holding back laughter, the corners of his mouth twitching with amusement.

"Synn!"

I snatched the jar from him and husky laughter escaped his chest, reverberating through me.

"That is not nice! You don't do that!" I complained but he wasn't listening. I scowled. I scooped out some more chocolate. "It's only okay when I do it."

My index finger caught the side of his mouth and I burst into a fit of giggles.

Like lightning, his mood switched. "Thea," he growled disapprovingly but his complexion was too adorable for me to register his tone. He furrowed his brows and looked down at me, lips set in an unimpressed line. "Give me that."

He took the jar back.

"No more."

"But why?" I whined and reached over. "I didn't even do much!"

"You're being naughty."

"I'm not being naughty," I mimicked, only for Synn's eyes to flash with more warning. I pouted and my shoulders slumped. "Fine... but I don't get why I'm being told off when you did the same."

"I didn't," he shrugged.

"You did."

"I didn't."

"You did though."

"I didn't."

Synn had already dampened a cloth and while we bickered back and forth, I barely realised he'd drawn closer and begun to wipe my face. I grew quiet at the feel of the cloth; underneath were his gentle, calloused fingers rubbing the chocolate away. Just like before, our faces were in forced proximity but I couldn't stop myself from drinking in his beautiful features. My voice grew stuck in my throat.

Like stars, a constellation of freckles speckled the bridge of his nose and cheeks, concealed by the depth of his warm skin. I admired each one. His long, thick lashes brushed the apples of his cheeks whenever he blinked and despite chocolate smearing his face, he was still ethereal. He was perfect. His thick brows pulled together in concentration before his gaze met mine, catching me off guard. A warm blush flooded my cheeks and I looked away.

"Um, you-you should clean your face too."

The man brought the cloth to his cheek and wiped away the remnants of dark sugar. A single mark remained at the corner of his mouth.

"You have just a little bit there," I pointed softly. Synn frowned and tried to wipe the place but missed again. "No, there. Just... there..."

I leaned forward and before I knew it, I'd brushed the corner of his mouth with my thumb and stuck my finger in my mouth.

The tattooed giant stared, eyes wide. Focused. Unmoving. My tongue circled my thumb as I sucked it clean and hummed at the sweet flavour. All the while, Synn watched in complete fixation. His ringed fingers tightened around the dishcloth and he swallowed harshly, throat bobbing. Thumb still between my lips, realisation of what I'd done dawned upon me and I swiftly pulled it out with a pop. I licked my lips and blinked as embarrassment rushed through me.

"Mierda," he murmured and for a second, I thought I saw red dusting his cheeks. He'd already turned around before I could confirm the spectacle. He gripped the side of the counter and bowed his head, leaving me to marvel at the way his frame stretched through the material of his shirt in slight bemusement.

[Shit.]

"Are you okay?" I said with a curious tilt of my head. "I-I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortab-"

"I'm fine." His answer was all too swift. Clearing his throat, he straightened, still facing away from me. He spoke again, slower this time. "I'm fine, baby. Go get your shoes on and I'll drop you home."

I was so caught up in his muscular frame and worrying reaction that I'd almost forgotten I'd asked to leave; part of me wished I hadn't.

"Okay," I mumbled. I tilted my head. "Are you sure you're okay though?"

"What did I say, Thea?"

Glumly, I stared at him and then sighed. I pushed myself off the stool. "Shoes."

Every rope of muscle in his back appeared to be tense as he held the edge of the kitchen island, staring at the counter ahead of him. I hoped he wasn't annoyed with me; the last time I wanted to make him angry for touching him when he didn't want me to. Not wanting to keep him waiting when he was already doing me a favour, however, I hastened from the kitchen back to the staircase. My feet carried me up the steps and I returned to the glorious master bedroom.

I wanted to memorise every crevice of the penthouse but unfortunately, I'd dug my own grave by asking to leave so soon. I grabbed my backpack from the foot of the bed and picked up my shoes and coat. Swiftly, I made my way down the stairs.

Synn was leaning against the counter when I found the kitchen again. Arms crossed against his chest, his eyes barely met mine before he was approaching a door across the room. My heart sunk further into the pit of my stomach.

"Put your coat on."

"Oh. O-Okay."

Holding onto my things, I slipped my arms through the holes and followed him over to the door.

"Zip," he ordered.

I looked down. I only hesitated for a second, but it was enough for the tall man to bend down in front of me, grab the zip and pull it right up to my chin.

"Thank you," I smiled sheepishly.

He shook his head at me, a flicker of amusement in his gaze, but he said nothing. Instead, he stood and placed a gold card against a little black box on the wall, right next to the door. In response, it beeped twice. The door drew open to reveal an elevator. Gold bars and intricate curvatures lined the front and I gaped as he pushed them aside, nodding for me to step inside. I didn't know why I was surprised the elevator was so luxurious when he lived in a penthouse.

After I'd entered the lift, Synn followed suit. He pressed the same gold card against another scanner on the wall, then pushed a button which read 'B5' below the ground floor.

Silence enveloped the elevator as the door pulled shut. Awkwardly, I fiddled with the strap of my backpack. The tension was as thick as cement but I didn't know why. Had I really made Synn upset? Did he not like me touching him? Why else was he trying so hard not to look at me?

Moments later, the elevator dinged. The man pulled open the collapsible door and I made an attempt to follow. But I stopped.

My jaw dropped open.

"Oh my goodness," I whispered. I swivelled my head left and right, shock affecting my every nerve. "Oh my goodness."

This was a garage. Not just any garage. This was a garage filled with the most expensive cars I'd seen in my life.

Nonchalantly, Synn twirled a set of keys around his index finger and walked forward, not batting an eyelid to the array of expensive, limited edition vehicles on either side of him. Each car looked as if it had been formed from liquid, flowing metal. Every curve, every ridge, every polished surface had my jaw dropping further and further. A single headlight of one of these cars was probably worth more than my entire existence. Lamborghinis, Mercedes, Alpines, Porsche-

"Oh my gosh!" I squealed.

I rushed over to one of the Ferraris and raised my hands to my mouth in awe.

"Synn, this one is so pretty! Look at its wheels! And the little air freshener inside!"

The man slipped his hands in his pockets and tilted his head to the side. "You like this one?"

"It's so nice," I said longingly. My eyes darted to one behind. "That one is so nice as well!"

I rushed past him to a gorgeous, green Lamborghini and stood in front of it, bouncing on the balls of my feet.

"Am I allowed to come here again?"

"To... see the cars?"

"Yeah!" I clasped my hands behind my back and looked up at him with hope and star-filled eyes. "Everyone who lives here must be very, very rich. They would be okay with me looking at their cars, right? I promise I won't touch them. Pinky promise! I just wanna see. Pretty please?"

"Baby, you think these are other people's cars?"

"What do you mean?"

For a moment, he simply watched me. Then, slowly, the corner of his mouth pulled upwards and he bowed his head as if finding something terribly amusing, something which I couldn't quite understand. He drew closer to the car I was standing before. I looked up at him bewilderedly. It was when he placed the set of weighty car keys in my hand that my frown deepened tenfold.

"Which one would you like to drive, mi mariposa?"

[My butterfly.]

I stared blankly at him.

I looked down. I looked left and I looked right. I looked all around the garage until a stunning black Porsche caught my eye. Papa had always been a fan of Porsches; if he ever found out I had a chance to ride in one of them and didn't take it...

"I mean," I started thoughtfully and pointed, "That one looks pretty but I know that-"

"Bueno. That happens to be mine."

[Good.]

I gasped at him. "You have two cars? Not just the Ferrari?"

"Yes, baby. I have... two cars."

"Wow," I said quietly and followed him over to the vehicle, impressed beyond belief, "They must be paying you really well at the cafe."

Synn pulled his lower lip between his teeth at my words and led me into the car. I couldn't help but run my hand over the dashboard and wind my fingers around the gear stick as I took in the scent of fresh, brown leather. I was smothered, suffocating in luxury. He entered the driver's seat and shut the door behind him. Hugging my backpack, I beamed when the car purred at his touch, revving into motion. Smoothly, he reversed with one hand and pulled out of the garage.

We reached the road a minute later. The sky spilled a cornflower blue, obscured by smoke and the tall, grey blocks which soared high on either side of the streets like endless tree trunks. I stared out of the window, taking in the sights so different from home. I hoped Mama wouldn't think anything was off about me coming home early.

The ride went on in peaceful quiet, my gaze following the fate of the road ahead. Towering buildings and honking cars soon morphed into rolling fields, palettes of green dusting the ground and the branches scraping the skies. Every once in a while, horses and cows would appear grazing beyond the fences and I'd lean forward, smiles galore. Synn's tattooed hands continued guiding us along the road.

At some point, I clutched my bag tighter and I looked down at my lap. "You know, I didn't get to thank you," I said quietly. "For last night."

The man's eyes remained focused on the road but despite his hard features, his voice was soft. Buttery. "You don't need to thank me, Thea. Gratitude shouldn't be shown for something that is your basic right. Your safety."

"Yes but... I'm still thankful. You've been there for me lots of times when I didn't have anyone else."

Synn didn't say anything, tatted fingers furling around the steering wheel.

"The more that I think about it, I should be thanking you for a lot of things," I said and grasped my hands in my lap. Guilt swelled in the pit of my stomach. "I know I haven't been the greatest... friend to you, Synn. All you do is help me and take care of me but I don't do anything for you. In fact, I-I just make you uncomfortable. Like in the kitchen and when I- when I hugged you. I shouldn't have done that. I'm sor-"

"Thea."

I looked up from my lap. Synn's face was blank but I found anger weaving through his features with an invisible thread.

"Do you have any idea what you're talking about?"

"I-I was just saying-"

"No. Don't say another word."

I bit my lip harshly, watching his beautiful eyes grow murkier and his grip grow tighter around the wheel until webs of veins appeared in his arms.

"You have no idea, Thea, no fucking idea," he rumbled deeply. "You have nothing to thank me for, nothing to apologise for. You owe me nothing. Your company, you sitting here with me, speaking to me, breathing here with me- that is all I need from you. That is all I could ask of you. And even that, that is something I don't deserve but I will ask it of you anyway." A vein in his jaw throbbed blue while his voice softened to a gentle drizzle. "I just want you... close to me."

I furrowed my brows. My fingers laced around the straps of my bag. "But... why? I don't understand why you want to be close to me of all people. There's no reason to."

"There's every reason to."

The dark, beautiful man's gaze swept over me and stayed there.

"Mi corazón es tuyo. ¿Por qué debería estar lejos de su dueño?"

[My heart is yours. Why should it be away from its owner?]

My heart throbbed, the barrier of language being unable to withstand the emotion that befell his mouth.

I made an attempt to speak, to summon words from the warmth of my insides, but as my lips parted, an expression crossed Synn's face which was alien to his mouth, his cheeks, his sharp, calculated eyes.

His face darkened like night.

His eyes flickered upwards. Confused, I followed his gaze to the rearview mirror. He was staring at something, intensity masking his features like a fog of black.

"Synn, is... is everything okay?"

He didn't respond.

Cautiously, I tried to catch a glimpse of the rearview mirror but was unsuccessful. I turned to the mirror on the side to see what he was seeing. The road was barren - green having transitioned to tufts of gold and blankets of brown - save for a single black car on the road. It was a fair distance away but there was something unnerving about the sight. Was that what he was worried about? Someone driving?

I swallowed thickly.

The next moment, Synn's hand made its way to my palm and grasped it, thick, long fingers weaving between mine. I held my breath at the feeling. His rough skin engulfed my hand completely against my thigh and despite the nervousness rising in my chest, his hand seemed to make a testament to my worry: a promise to protect, that not a finger would hurt me. When I was with him, I didn't think anything could hurt me.

"There's nothing wrong. We're just going to take a little detour, okay?"

"O-Okay."

Silently, Synn turned the wheel at a crossroad in a direction I didn't recognise. I couldn't tell why until the next turn. When I looked at the side view mirror, I expected to see nothing but dark tarmac and a thread of white lines.

The black car followed.

A bewildering dread slithered down my oesophagus and made its home in my stomach. I leaned back in my seat. Subconsciously, my fingers tightened around his ones.

"Is it... They're not... following us, right?"

Synn's hand engulfed mine and his thumb brushed over my knuckles like a feather. "No, but I may need to make a stop on the way."

"A stop?"

Unlike my nerves which were spiking and and falling, much like my heart rate, the concern that was on Synn's face had been replaced by an unnerving calmness: purposeful eyes scanning the road and the view behind; hands relaxed on the steering wheel; inked flowers fluttering in harmony against his neck. He turned his head briefly and a smile pulled at his mouth, but it only resulted in an ache in my chest.

"Don't worry, little baby. It won't take long."

The car thrummed with renewed purpose as we followed the road. Before I knew it, we were entering the gaping maw of a forest. Ribs of wood curved upwards towards the sky, having shed the remnants of life; balletic branches swayed lightly in the wind, much like the leaves on the sides of the road that swished and whispered and crinkled. As far as the eye could see, dead trees surrounded us but garments of sunlight draped around some of the narrow trunks, the wands and the plants.

I couldn't help but glance back and forth between the mirror and the path ahead. The black car was still driving behind. It looked like it didn't have any intention of changing its course.

In the middle of the wood, a turning came into view. My heart pealed inside my chest as Synn slowly twisted the wheel and eased us onto the path. Then my raucous heart tumbled into the pit of my stomach.

Dead end.

He slowed at the end of the path. The car faced the trees.

The rumbling of the car behind us came to a stop, just a few metres away.

Synn unbuckled his seatbelt.

"Wait."

I placed my other hand over his and gripped it tightly, desperately. His calm eyes circuited with mine and I shook my head.

"What's going on? Do you know that person?"

Fear battered down on me as he brought his other hand to mine and covered it, gazing deep into my eyes. "Stay here, Thea."

"No," I protested. "What's going on? You- You don't even know that person. Why are you going outside? Wh-What are you gonna do?"

"I said stay here," he said and his deep, gentle voice rang with something so ominous, it left my bones trembling. Helplessly, I watched his hands slip from my hold and he clicked open the door. His large frame moved through the opening and he shut the door behind him, sealing the world away from me.

I twisted my body and looked through the back window. When that wasn't enough, I crawled over the console into the back of the car and watched fearfully through the window. It was nothing, right? Maybe it was a driver just needing some help with directions. Or maybe an old friend who saw him on the road. Old friends would do that, right? I was unable to convince myself, nor tell another lie.

Synn calmly approached the car parked behind us. Once he'd closed the distance, the door opened and out stepped a masked driver. He wore a black cap on his head and black clothes. Sharp, monolid eyes gazed from the bridge of his nose. The dominant figure of the man who'd left me grew fractionally tauter, his broad shoulders spreading with his back towards me. Muffled voices soon met my ears. I wished to see either of their faces, to figure out what on earth was going on and why we'd stopped in such a scary place, but I couldn't pick up on anything they were saying.

For a minute, they spoke. I thought everything was okay. They looked like two men sorting things out, both voices calm, level, understanding.

But I was wrong.

Suddenly, the masked man was reaching into his pocket and pointing something at Synn.

My life flashed before my eyes.

A gun. He was holding a gun.

But then it wasn't in his hands.

Synn slammed his arm against the inside of his forearm and the gun slipped from his fingers, landing on the leaf-littered soil. He grabbed his other arm and yanked the man towards him. Swiftly, he turned him around and pulled the stranger's own arm around his neck, putting him in a chokehold. It was so quick I didn't have time to react. But the man did. Spluttering, he threw his elbow back into Synn's gut, once, twice, three times.

Synn grunted. The short moment of weakness was enough for the man to twist out of his hold from the momentum. And then his fist was driving straight into Synn's face.

"Synn!"

A scream ripped through my throat. My hands slipped from my mouth to the headrest before me and I looked to the door, desperate to go to him.

"Stay here, Thea."

Tears welled in my eyes and I looked back.

A pair of unfamiliar eyes stared into mine. I froze. It was the driver's. His curious eyes widened in realisation and a ragged breath escaped me.

My gaze snapped back to Synn. He'd heard me but was clutching his nose. His dark eyes churned. As he removed his hand, I watched in horror at the blood staining his palm while the rest dripped over his lips. He shook his hand of the blood and tilted his head to the side with a crack.

This time, it was his turn to punch.

His fist was so fast I barely saw it flying. One moment it was by his side and the next, it was slamming into the man's face. There was so much force, so much strength in that single punch that it sent the man staggering. Synn didn't give him time to recover. Grasping him by the jacket, he swung his fist again. And again. And again. Every punch was louder, heavier, deadlier than the last. But it was Synn's eyes that terrified me the most.

With one final blow, the man hit the ground. His head bounced. He groaned in pain and turned on his side.

Weakly, he eyed the gun on the ground. He reached out with shaking fingers, only to watch his glimmer of hope fade in an instant. Synn stepped forward and knocked the gun aside with one foot. Bending down, he hovered over the masked stranger and said something I couldn't decipher. I watched like a mouse, eyes wide and teary and full of hope that this would all go away.

A flash of silver put an end to that hope.

"Synn, look-!"

I was too late.

The man flicked the switchblade and buried it straight into Synn's thigh.

A cry of pain escaped me, like I was the one being stabbed, but it was drowned out by the growl of anger from Synn's mouth. His leg buckled beneath him and his knees dug into the earth. The man slithered out from under him and gripped his injured face. His mask had fallen off. Furiously, Synn stared up at him, black hair collecting over his unreadable, murky eyes. He gripped his thigh. Blood leaked from the knife wound, the blade still burrowed in his flesh, but he didn't break the man's gaze. His shoulders heaved.

Stepping back, the masked man picked up the gun. Synn watched him and willed him to shoot.

I looked in horror as the man turned to me instead.

"No," I whispered.

Eyes flashing, he started stalking towards the car.

"No, no, no."

I whimpered and pressed myself into the seats, scrambling as far back as I could. The tears I'd been so desperately holding back began to tumble down my cheeks. Ragged breaths left my chest as the man appeared at the window. Like a nightmare, he peered inside through the cloudy glass and forced our eyes to meet once more.

He opened the door.

"No, no, please," I begged hoarsely. "Please don't. Plea- no, don't! Let go!"

I frantically pushed myself the other way but he'd already grabbed my leg. He yanked me forward and I shrieked. I flung my other leg at him and grasped the seatbelt, but then he tugged again and I was tumbling out of the car.

I landed on my back. My eyes screwed shut and shredding pain rushed up my spine, making me sob. When I opened my eyes, the dark figure was standing above me. Another whimper escaped me. Why was this happening? What had I done? What had Synn done to deserve this? The demons' eyes stared directly into mine and the demon's hand reached out for my arm.

"Please," I cried loudly, "Don-Don't hurt me. Please. Please!"

I wanted to fight him. I wanted to push away and run but I couldn't. Why wasn't my body listening to me?

He put the gun in front of my face.

"Please! Don't!"

The shriek tore through my throat. I raised my hands up to my head and screwed my eyes shut, preparing myself for the bullet destined to enter my head and my blood to paint the leaves red, but nothing ever came. I panted heavily, waiting - just waiting. Still, nothing came. The inside of my eyelids was all that protected me for a split second but when I opened my eyes, I wished I hadn't. If only I hadn't.

I opened my eyes to find a necklace of red adorning the man's neck and a knife slowly sliding through his flesh.

Blood cascaded down his throat. The tearing of skin like paper met my ears. He gurgled, eyes staring widely. Blood left his mouth and spattered over my face. I didn't move. Not an inch.

It dripped from my eyelashes like dew drops from blades of grass. It trickled down my chin like raindrops down windows. It danced on my tongue like the flavour of sweet, sweet crepes.

The body dropped and I looked up at Synn behind him: the man made of ink and all the soft petals of the world.

I stared back into the eyes of a murderer.

*****

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I'M NOT GONNA LIE I'M NOT A FAN OF THIS CHAPTER BUT WE MOVE IT'S FINE-

What did you guys think? I feel like the last 5 lines are my favourite part of the whole chapter LMAO. Thoughts on Thea? MY GIRL BOLDDDD SHE REALLY PULLED A MOVE ON SYNN AND DIDN'T EVEN REALISE and thoughts on Synn? Okay even though he's a killer he's still hella smooth I can't deny- but what do you think will happen now that Thea's seen him kill someone though? WE KNEW THIS TIME WOULD COME SOMEDAY AND NOW IT'S ARRIVED

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Thank gosh, I'VE NOW COMPLETED MY 2ND YEAR OF MEDICINE (as long as I don't need to resit hopefully) SO WOOHOOOO PARTY PARTY y e a h I am so excited for the holidays and to RELAX. The weather is so stunning over here and I love sitting on our swing in the garden and just reading or writing without a care in the world ,_, I hope everyone else's exams go great as well. You've got this!! ALSO I've applied for the role of Vice President of a society (Muslim Medics Society) and brooOoOOoO GSDHJFJKSJ I'M SO SCARED THEY'RE DOING THE VOTES TOMORROW AND I'LL BE DISTRAUGHT IF I DON'T WIN BECAUSE I'M SUPER COMPETITIVE AND CAN'T HANDLE FAILURE- so please pray for me ily thank you ,_,

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