GET HER BACK!

songs!
here we go!.... totally spies theme song
we can't be friends... ariana grande

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Last night sucked.

She brought her knees to her chest, which held her hurting heart. Lola had been sleeping since homecoming. Much to her surprise, carrying a heavy heart through her dreams was easier than floating aimlessly through the void of her nightmares. It kept her grounded. She sniffled under her covers when the door opened. Familiar footsteps approaching her bed. "Lols, you okay?"

Lola hummed in response, and felt Giselle sit by the edge of her bed. "You sure?" She was aware of the phrase; 'Life goes on.' Having returned from her first class after homecoming, Giselle knew Lola couldn't spend her entire week buried in her mattress. "Come on, Lols! You have to get up!" She pulled the covers off of the redhead scrunched up into a ball.

"Gigi..." Lola whined, though her attempt at pulling the covers back up had failed, Giselle had a stronger hand. "I don't feel good. At all."

Giselle kissed her teeth and got up to open the curtains. The stuffy room, now welcoming sunlight into its gloomy air, felt much fresher once the windows were opened too. "I know." She turned to her friend, shrugging. "But you can feel good!"

"How?" Lola questioned, her shoulders nowhere near as straight at Giselle's. "I feel like total crap."

"Well-" Giselle began, grabbing Lola's phone off her nightstand and shoving it in her lazy hands. "you can start by blocking that scumbag!"

That scumbag.

Weirdly, Lola had forgotten why she even felt this way, though Giselle made her remember. She couldn't forget about it now. His lips on hers, his hands on her hips, her arms around his neck. Everywhere she looked, Lola saw the image of Jungkook and Margot.

She scorned. "Right." And noticed the messages left from that certain black haired boy. Rolling her eyes, "The audacity." Lola whispered.

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Giselle chuckled under her breath. "Let me guess, he's asking to talk about it."

Nodding, "Yep." Lola rolled her eyes. "I blocked him."

"Period." The blondie snapped her fingers, and on the desk, she noticed the letter. "Oh, by the way Lols, I forgot to give you this but the postman brought it yesterday. It's for you."

With a frown, "Who's it from?" Lola questioned from her bed, holding out her hand for it.

"I don't know." Giselle shrugged. "Doesn't say who it's from. Just says it's for Lola Fitz-Harold, aka gingersnap...?"

Gingersnap.

The walls she had spent years on building around her had started to crack. "What?" Lola whispered. The letter being handed to her, it felt heavier than a brick. Somehow, she could smell the blood it must've been covered in. Slowly, but surely, Lola sat up. Her eyes immediately glazed with a curtain of her tears. "Gingersnap?"

"Lols?"

"Gingersnap."

"Lols, are you okay?" Giselle sat down beside her, holding her shoulders while she looked her friend in the eyes. They were red, puffy, and full of fear. "What's going on?"

Tears, they cascaded down her freckled face. Lola shivered, and every time Giselle touched her, she gasped. For a split second, it wasn't Giselle sitting beside her. It was him... She hadn't seen him in years. His brown-ish, yellow eyes, and a devilish smile. She couldn't shake the image out of her mind.

There it was. That feeling.

With a tight grip on the envelope, Lola's hands started shaking. How did he send the letter? How did he know where to send it? Lola was crying. Salty tears soaking into the paper, bleeding out the ink where that familiar nickname was written. Gingersnap... It was his nickname for her. Something left from childhood. Possibly the only thing left of him. Until now.

"Lola..." Giselle, now concerned, leaned in to take a good look at her frozen face. "Seriously, what's going on? What happened? You look like you saw a ghost."

Just like her legs tapping, Lola's breath was haphazard. It was that of a cage, her ribs, too small for the scared heart beating between. Even Giselle could hear it smash against her chest, horrified. If it could, her heart would find its way out of her quivering mouth, and into the very envelope that caused a wildfire in the pit of her stomach. Her vision blurred. The floor seemed to sweep out under her feet. Lola couldn't breathe.

Death.

She felt the vast nothingness of the clouds with her hands. Tasted the metal of the scythe with her tongue. Saw the sludge pull her in right before there was nothing.

Death.

Lola felt as though she crossed the fine line between life and the unspoken.

"Lols?"

Her nails were ripping the sides of the envelopes to shreds, unconsciously, Lola dropped it to the floor. "I can't-" words were drowning in her throat, but the water reserved to put out the fires wasn't enough, most of it poured out of her eyes. Relentless. Death was relentless. It came to reap what it saw.

"I'll get you water!"

Lola knew this feeling all too well. She had died many deaths, and survived only a fraction of them. "I can't breathe." She gasped, her chest heaving. "I can't breathe."

"What's going on?"

"I don't know- I think she's having a panic attack!"

"I can't breathe." Lola cried. Her nails dug into her chest, wanting to rip her shirt off, wanting to rip her skin off. It was tightening around her muscles, suffocating her. "I can't-"

"Deep breaths babes!"

The redhead shook her head, gasping. "I'm gonna die."

"You're gonna be okay, Lols! Breathe!"

One second. Two seconds. Three seconds, and many more passed, and Lola had fallen back. Floating through the void of her mind. Nothing but a speckle of dust, she was, being evaporated. She had been traveling to the back of her own mind. The only way to return was to bare her teeth and dig through her gums, muck under her nails, crawling out of her own mouth to smell the mint flowing through her nostrils.

Destiny had uncapped the VapoRub she keeps in her bag, and held it against her panicking friend's nose. "Keep it here." She told Giselle before she left for the bathroom, returning with a glass of water. "Aight babes-" Destiny dunked her fingers in and splashed droplets on Lola's heated face. "come on, breathe."

Her chest heaving just as haphazardly, "Fuck." Giselle sighed deeply. "Thank god you came, I don't think I would've known what to do."

Humming, "When yo' momma deals with a panic disorder, you become a pro at this shit." Destiny chuckled softly. She helped Lola get up on her feet, though they were numb. "Aight now, take it easy."

"Lols, you good?" Giselle questioned after Lola's breathing simmered. "Do you want water to drink?"

Although she could only shake her head, Lola made sure to push through and look up at her friend with her lips pressed into a tight smile.

"You sure you good?"

Lola nodded in response to her other friend, laying her head on her shoulder. "Thanks." Is all she could utter.

"Now, what got you all panicked? Or did it just hit you randomly?"

Giselle, picking up the letter off the floor, "It happened after this." handed it to Destiny, who drew her brows together.

"Ain't this the letter the postman brought yesterday?" Destiny held it behind her when Lola tried to pry it out of her hands. "Now why you cryin' over this, girl? Who's it from?"

"It doesn't say..." Giselle said.

Though Lola had already given up the mysterious act. She sulked, shoulders shrugged. "It's from my brother." She admitted eventually, only through a mutter.

"Your brother?" Destiny's eyes widened. "Girl, I thought you said you was an only child?!"

The redhead nodded, tears leaking through the cracks in her fingers in an attempt to wipe the old ones away, but alas. She buried her face in Destiny's shoulder. "I lied."

"Okay." Destiny embraced her in a warm hug, which Giselle soon joined. "You don't gotta cry babes, it's okay."

"I just-" Lola looked at the two, "I haven't seen him in years so... Yeah. This just, made me emotional."

"It's okay." Destiny reassured again, and to cheer her ginger friend up, "You done messed my shirt up!" She pointed at the tear stains on her shoulder, drawing her brows closer. "Now I gotta wash this shit again!"

"Sorry!" Lola chuckled. She held Giselle by the hand and made her sit on her bed, before pulling the two in for another hug, a tighter one this time. "Thanks guys. Really."

"Lols, you're our friend." Giselle laughed, her chin sat comfortably on Lola's shoulder. "You can tell us everything."

"Period-" Destiny hummed in agreement, "and if you wanna read that letter in private, you can always throw our ass out the room babes."

They laughed again. The sound filled their dorm with joy again. This is what Lola needed.

"I love you guys!" She squeezed them tight. "And thanks for this!" As she pulled back, her face still wet with salty tears, Lola held the tub of VapoRub in her hands. "Never knew this would help with the attacks."

"Keep it babes." Destiny encouraged. "I got a whole stock."

They had settled in their beds already. It was their favorite kind of day. Around lunch time, they had worn their pyjamas and decided to skip the rest of the classes for the day. It was going to be a girls day.

"I'll read this," Lola pressed her lips into a thin line, her wearing a matching set of white pyjamas with pink ruffled edges, and a pair of fluffy pink slippers, her curly hair loose and frizzier than usual, topped off with her large glasses, "come back, and then we can watch Totally Spies!"

The other two clapped their hands, squealing. One of the many things Lola had blabbered to them about was Totally Spies, her childhood favorite show. She had begged the girls to watch it with her, and today seemed to be the day they would start the binge.

"Aight, be quick though!" Destiny reminded.

Out the door, which Lola made sure to keep ajar, she stood in the hallway. The letter in her hand, she contemplated ripping it to shreds and never reading it.

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Her heart in her mouth once again. Lola took in a deep breath and fished her phone out of her pocket, haphazard fingers searching for her mother in her contacts. "Please please please..." She tapped her foot, chewing on the inside of her cheeks. "Mom!"

"Honey?" Her mother chimed on the other end. "Everything okay-"

"He sent me a letter mom!" Lola cut her off, said letter crumpled in her palm. "He sent me a letter saying he's going to escape again! He's gonna find me mom!"

"Lola honey, let's calm down-"

"How is he writing me letters mom?! How are they allowing him-"

"He writes us all the time, honey."

Lola's words stopped at her lips. "What?" She muttered.

"He's been writing us for years, ever since he got in. There's nothing to worry about."

"Why? Why didn't you tell me about this?" Lola's brows were drawn together, waiting for a response, though what she got was a deep static sigh on the other end of the line. "Mom, what if he does escape again?"

"There's no way, Dolores!" Her mother, clearly fiddling with something else, uttered. "Look, I'm busy right now. I'm working on Anna Van Der Walsh's case, like I told you, but I'll make sure to tell your dad to call you later! Listen, I have to go, but if he sends you another letter, just ignore it, okay honey? He's locked away in a highly secured room, and being supervised twenty-four-seven. You have nothing to worry about."

"Okay." Lola couldn't argue back, she knew her mom wouldn't listen. It was always this way when she was busy with work. "But tell dad to call me! I wanna talk to him."

"I will, honey. Take care of yourself, and eat your lunch, okay? I love you Dolores. Bye."

"Bye mom." She ended the call. A certain weight on her shoulders, Lola looked at the disheveled letter in her hand, before shoving in the pocket of her pyjamas.

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Gunning deadly glances at her notebook, "Oh my god!" Emma exhaled deeply. Elbows on her desk, and her fingers brushing through her luscious blonde hair. "I'm like, so stressed out right now."

"Don't worry about it too much." Penelope, who'd been scrolling away on her phone all morning, shrugged.

"It's easy for you to say-" Emma scorned at her friend, rolling her chair back to stretch her short legs. "your parents pay for your future. I have to make mine."

Penelope rolled her eyes. She held a hand in front of her gaping mouth and pretended to yawn loudly. "Womp womp." She muttered. "It's not my fault my parents are rich.... Anyways, I'm tired, I'm gonna sleep."

"By the way Penny-" her blonde friend stopped her in her tracks, "I heard you weren't at homecoming yesterday... Where were you?"

Clearing her throat, "I- nowhere! Ugh, it's not like I have to tell you every fucking thing I do." Penelope spat, brows drawn in sharply, her fox eyes on display.

"Damn." Emma frowned. "I just asked a simple question, calm down. You usually never skip out on a party, was just curious."

"I was out. Didn't wanna go when I heard Margot was there."

"Oh!" Emma threw her head back and cackled. She did it mostly in spite, just to annoy Penelope further. They were friends, but sometimes Emma felt like chocking her friend to death. "I heard she indirectly mentioned you in her speech. Gigi said she talked about the rumour."

Her foxy eyes softened, pupils rolling into the back of her head while a smirk crept on her face. "It was just a joke."

"A bad one, though." Emma pointed.

"Ugh, whatever. I wish I went, though. Could've seen Jungkook angry."

"Oh my god yeah!" Emma's eyes widened at the mention, suddenly remembering the events of the night before. More like the sounds. A rush of girls running through the halls, and when she asked them what happened, Emma was told the news about Jungkook smashing a glass up in Charlie's head. "That's so fucking crazy! Like, I don't like Charlie at all, but he could've killed him..."

"That's so hot though..." Penelope rolled on her stomach, palms under her chin while she kicked her feet. "I wonder why he did it?"

Emma snorted, brows raised in amusement. "You're a fucking psycho! You probably wish he was fighting like that for you, right?!"

"Shut the fuck up!" Gasping, Penelope threw a pillow at her friend. "Trust me, he's gonna be mine again."

"Okay girl." Emma laughed, even louder now. "Whatever you say."

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Legs spread, head thrown back, his tongue poking the inside of her cheek, a joint tucked between the tips of his pointer and middle finger. "Hyung," Jungkook sighed, "I get it."

"You don't." Jin snapped. "You don't fucking get it. This isn't the same as your fights Jungkook, you could've fucking killed him. And then what? Throw away your life, rot in a fucking prison cell because you can't control your emotions?!"

"It really ain't that deep-"

"Shut the fuck up and listen to me!" Jin, fed up with the younger one's attitude, pointed a stern finger at him. "Do you have any fucking idea how many people I had to call to fix this shit?! Without my dad knowing, at that! Do you know what he'd do if he finds out I'm paying my friend out of a trip to prison?! He'd fucking kill me! And despite that, I'm trying to help you! And you're telling me you can't even tell Charlie you're sorry?!"

Groaning deeply, taking a puff of his joint, "I got more important people I gotta apologize to." Jungkook licked his lips. His mind had been on Lola since last night. She had blocked him on Instagram, but he wasn't going to let her block him out of her life.

"Un-fucking-believable." Jin scoffed, truly out of words to say. "You know what, Jk? You're a fucking pussy... You couldn't even thank me, I mean, I don't care, but come on! Not even a 'thank you Jin hyung, for basically saving my life'? When did you become so fucking careless? You used to care about your own life, what happened now? You need to get a hold of your emotions, man. I mean, smashing glass against his head because he was rude...?"

"He wasn't just rude though..." Jungkook kissed his teeth. "What he said about Lo is fucked up. That's my girl."

"Don't act like you treat her any better!" Jin, fingers tangled in his brown locks, sat himself down on the couch next to the tattooed boy. Namjoon was snoring away in his bed, while the rest were in their own dorms. None of them had spoken a word to Jungkook since last night, and Taehyung hadn't been around since the incident. "She'd already broken up with you because you were a dick to her! And now you're worried about her being your girl?!"

"Hyung-"

"Shut the fuck up!"

Just as he hollered, the door to the bedroom squeaked open. "Yo, the fuck?!" Namjoon poked his head out, part of his bare shoulders showing, one eye closed and his -gradually growing- hair resembling a bird's nest. "Why you yellin' like my fuckin' dad at the crack o' dawn, bro?"

"Shut up! I've got a couple things to tell you, too, but not right now." Jin turned to the dimpled boy who had quickly slipped on a hoodie, before plopping himself on the couch. Eyes opening and closing again. Back to Jungkook, "You're gonna go to that fucking hospital, and apologize to Charlie. Period."

"Nah." Jungkook shrugged.

"Jk..."

"Hyung, I won't." The black haired boy placed the joint between his lips and rose to his feet. "Like I said, there's someone else I gotta apologize to." Grabbing his leather jacket, Jungkook was out the door.

"Damn." Namjoon's deep morning voice echoed through the room. "That's my boy."

"You're the reason he's like this." Jin tapped his foot, eyes filled with fury piercing through Namjoon's soul. "He's basically a carbon copy of you."

Namjoon put her pearly whites on display, proud of what he thought was a compliment from Jin. "On bluds."

"I don't mean that in a good way." Jin smacked the cocky smile off his face with a kick to Namjoon's shin. "You two are some of the worst fucking people I've ever met, and I mean that from the bottom of my heart."

"Goddamn, hyung!" Namjoon rubbed his eyes, whining through a yawn. "I just woke up, cut me some slack."

"You don't deserve slack! I'm tired of cleaning up after you two! I mean, you're out here sleeping with Jimin's mom, which you still haven't told him, by the way-" he made sure to throw him a glare, "and you're breaking Emma's heart. I mean, that girl's in love with you. Truly. She's beautiful, she's always been supportive of you, she's talented, got a great voice, you two could be a power couple, but you're throwing it all away for what? To be a deadbeat who fucks his friend's mom behind his back? You're fucking pathetic."

It wasn't the first time Jin had called him that. Neither was it the first time Jin had sat them down for a scold-session, nagging in their ears, breathing down their neck, only for them to repeat all their mistakes.

"I know I am." Namjoon sulked. "That's why I broke up with Emma."

Silence.

Jin drew his brows together, head tilted to the side. "What did you say?"

"Broke up with her last night."

"You broke up with her?" He raised his brows, making sure he heard it right. That had never happened before. It was always Emma that broke up. Namjoon was the cheater, the dumbass.

He hummed in response. "I ain't been fair to her. It don't make sense to keep it goin', so I broke up."

Surprised, "At least you did one thing right." Jin sighed, leaning back in his seat, one leg thrown over the other. "Now for the other thing..."

"Hyung-"

"Stop whining." The older rolled his eyes. "Honestly Namjoon, I don't even know how you sleep like this? Don't you feel bad? Even just a tiny bit?"

"'Course I fuckin' do, the fuck?!" Namjoon let himself melt into the couch, blowing raspberries. "I feel like a fuckin' monster every time I see Jimin, but you gotta give me more time. I don't know how to tell him."

"Well, that's for me to say, and for you to figure out." Jin told him lastly, before leaving for his lecture.

It was Namjoon and his thoughts alone. He thought back to the night before. It was a mess, but he was an even bigger mess. Emma knew about it, now. One more person who found out about his relationship with Miss Park, and it wasn't Jimin. He wanted to die.

last night!

"Fuck me. We're fucked. Fucking fucked." Namjoon's large hands trailed all over his head, teeth chewing on his bottom lip. Emma had found out. She could tell Jimin any minute, any hour, any day, or she could use it to torture him. While he sat on the edge of his bed, thinking of the possibilities, Miss Park noticed a light flash by his tapping feet.

"Joon! Her phone!"

His eyes snapped to where she was pointing, and a sigh of relief immediately left his lips. "Fuck! Oh my god!" Slender fingers wrapping around the phone, her password was his birthday. Though he couldn't get into her gallery before footsteps emerged from the hallway again, Emma's loud voice echoing. Swiftly, "Delete it! Delete the video!" Namjoon shoved the phone in Miss Park's hands, and neared the door. "Delete it completely!" he ordered before bumping into Emma outside the door. "Fuck! Emma-"

"I forgot my phone." She cut him off, angry hands shoving him aside in an attempt to enter their dorm, though Namjoon made sure to block her way with his foot.

"Emma! Wait!" He held her wrists, pulling her chest against his. "Listen-"

"I don't wanna fucking listen!" The blue-eyed blondie yelled out in frustration. Wanting to break free out of his tight grip, Emma lifted her knee and nudged him in the balls. Agonizing groans leaving his hissing lips, "Where's my phone- give me my phone you bitch!" She noticed Miss Park holding the device in her shaking hands, though it looked like the job had already been done. "Don't tell me you fucking deleted it?!"

Namjoon, practically crawling over the threshold, "Fuck! Why'd you do that, girl?!" He groaned. His face softened when he watched Emma scroll through her gallery with great annoyance. Looking up at Miss Park, hands cupping his crotch, "Nice!"

"Ugh!" Emma's fingers were tangled in her sizzling hair. The video was gone... She took furious stomps towards her principal, glaring through her soul. "You think I'm gonna let this go? What do you think's gonna happen when I tell the headmaster that you're sleeping with your student?"

"They won't believe you." Miss Park gulped.

"But they'll consider it!" Emma spat. Behind her stood Namjoon, still huffing in pain. "You're both fucking gross-"

"Emma!" He held her, despite her flailing hands, "Please just- fuck," he grumbled all sorts of cuss words under his breath, his balls throbbing in pain. "just- please let's fucking talk about this."

Silence had taken over. Emma wasn't the type of girl to shut it out at once... In fact, she was known to give second chances. Namjoon was the biggest example of that. Clearing her throat, she held back her tears. "Five minutes. Not more."

"Okay!" Face crying with relief, "Okay! Thanks! Oh my god, I'm gonna die- you're fuckin' strong... Damn!" Namjoon sat himself down, carefully, like a pregnant lady, while Emma took a seat next to him, but not before sending threats at Miss Park through her gaze. "Listen, I gotta be honest witchu, Ion really know what to say right now, you kinda killed my future kids-"

"Say what you need to say, or I'm leaving!" Emma cut him off, a smack on his shoulder.

He nodded, "Okay. Sorry, shit." and cleared his throat. He knew exactly what to say, just not how to say it. It was wrong on all levels. Especially with Miss Park in the room. She, too, knew the severity of the situation. Being in the middle of two of her students' relationship. Right now, more than ever, Miss Park understood why Namjoon would call her a whore when he'd get drunk. It was a hard pill to swallow, and yet in that moment, it felt as though she was fully medicated. "Emma look- I know this is fucked up. I know I did you wrong-"

"A million times." The blonde girl reminded.

He nodded, kissing his teeth. "Right. I did you wrong, and you didn't deserve none o' that shit, but I'm... Fuck. I'm not okay, Emma. I really ain't. Like, there's somethin' wrong with me. Ion know what it is, but- man just- you's a good girl. I mean that. You one of the best people I ever met, and I love you-"

"Don't lie."

"I ain't!" He raised his hands in protest, "I swear I ain't!" and cleared his throat again. Eyes bouncing back and forth between the girl he betrayed more times than he could count, and the woman he shouldn't have fucked as much as he did. "I love you, just... Not like that- it ain't your fault! It's- it's me. I just can't fuckin' do that shit, Emma. Like, it just don't work. I don't know what the fuck's wrong with me, like, I know it's gross that I'm fuckin' Jimin's mom-" he glared at Miss Park through the corner of his eye, as if she was the only one to blame. Emma did the same. "but I am, and I don't know why. All I know is that I don't want Jimin to learn this way. Please Emma, let me tell him."

The silence crept up Emma's spine. She'd been struggling to look him in the eyes. There was something so unsettling about the way Miss Park hadn't moved, at all. She sat wide-eyed, like a vulture flying around Namjoon's mind. Brushing the thick air off her neck, "Namjoon, I-" she sighed. "What the fuck did I ever do to you? Is it the sex? You're telling me this hag's better than me?" Her fingers point at Miss Park as if she's a leftover box of fastfood.

Gulping, the older woman didn't hide her discomfort. Miss Park was offended, and you could hear it in the tiny gasp she let out. Her heart cracked completely, though, when she heard Namjoon say: "Of course not! She don't mean shit to me, Emma! You're- you're fuckin' amazing! It's not that... It's just- I don't deserve you. I'm a fuckin' loser, and you're like, the coolest fuckin' girl out there. Ion even know what the fuck you doin' with me. I'm a bum."

"You're not a bum." And even after everything, Emma couldn't hate Namjoon. She was a woman, after all. She couldn't hate him. She couldn't hate the boy she spent her first college nights with. She couldn't hate the boy that took her out on dates, made her laugh, wrote her songs. There they were. The tears. "You're not."

He shook his head, quickly wiping the single tear trickling down his cheek. "I am, though. And you know it. I got none goin' on with my life. Ion even know if this music thing's gon' work out. I'm fucked up, fuckin' old ass women because I'm just like that. I don't deserve you, Emma."

"Namjoon-"

"Just listen." He cut her off, though it was gentle, and nothing like himself. "Please don't tell Jimin about this. At least not for now. I swear I'm gon' tell him." He said, swiftly turning to see Miss Park sniffling. "We gon' tell him. I gotta be the one to tell him, you feel me?"

Nods. It was all Emma could afford. She pressed the back of her fingers on her waterline, catching any tear that dared to escape. The dorm room fell quiet. Only cars honking outside, and an ambulance siren in the distance. She cleared her throat, uttering a small: "Okay."

"Thank you." Namjoon told her. His lips pressed into a thin line, dimples on display, showed Emma the sincerity. It wasn't common, though she knew it was somewhere deep within him. Namjoon had walls made of steel around him, and she was the only one to go as far as she did, and still, she couldn't break past. "So I guess this is it. I'm sorry for all the shit I did. You didn't deserve none of that."

Emma had to get up, wiping her nose with the back of her hand. "I didn't." She nodded, though it was a quiet whisper that only she could hear. "I won't tell anyone -but-" And it was a firm 'but'. "if you take too long to tell him, you know I will."

"I know." Namjoon nodded, and followed her like a shadow as she walked out the door. Behind them approached Miss Park, standing in shame by the doorframe. "Emma, thank you."

"Go to therapy." Is all the blondie said before I strolling back down the same hallway she used to wander through holding hands with him. She used to dream of his dimples, kiss them delicately, tangle her short fingers with his slender ones, and take in his minty scent. All of it was gone... Though was it ever completely hers to begin with? Emma wasn't sure.

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present time!

They had binged the entire first season of Totally Spies, and all Destiny and Giselle could do was sing the theme song. "Here we go! Here we go! On a mission undercover, and we're in control! Here we go! Here we go! We're Totally Spies, so we'll get on with the show!"

Lola had to join, the nostalgia was bitter but it was sweet. She laughed at her friends embracing her childhood memories with sparkling eyes. "I told you it would be good!"

"Man!" Destiny had already pressed the second season, ready to sit for another hour or two. "I was more of a Winx Club kinda girl, but this hittin' good right now."

Giselle, too, must've been a fairy girl, nodding in agreement. "I swear this is like so us though!"

"I know!" Lola and Destiny lunged forward, giggling and kicking their feet under Destiny's covers. "Lo is Sam, you're clover, and I'm Alex!" The pierced girl laughed, clapping her hands in excitement while the other two girls agreed with hums and snaps of their fingers. "Y'all, let me get some more snacks, and let's watch the second season, on god!"

"Yes!" Giselle crawled out of bed, following Destiny.

Lola stayed behind. Her gaze fell on her friend's discarded shirt which she stained with her shirt. "Maybe we should take a little break." She suggested. "I need to go to our laundry, anyway."

Between the three of them, they decided a thirty-minute break was needed. While Destiny and Giselle ran down to the bodega to get more bags of chips than they'll need, and Giselle's favorite pineapple sour strips, Lola gathered their dirty clothes scattered around the room in a basket, before taking it down to the campus laundry room. It was shared, and usually pretty crowded, but it must've been her lucky day, because Lola spotted an empty washer in the corner.

Tittering with joy, she skipped her way over it set her basket down on the floor. While her hands fished for crumpled dollar bills in her pocket, "Here." -a voice she recognized way too fast- chimed. "I got some."

She hadn't even looked up, and yet seeing the folded one dollar bills in that tattooed hand of his, it made her want to cry again. Pouty, "No thanks." she sighed.

Jungkook kissed his teeth. "Lo please-"

"I'm not talking to you." She was getting good at cutting him off. Grabbing the basket, she stomped her way to another empty machine, but he wasn't going to let her go easily, and Lola was aware of it. "Stop following me." No warning could have prepared her for the sight she was about to see. It gave her a whiplash, almost. Lola's red curls swung over her shoulder when she turned to look at the 5'10 boy wearing a loose fitted gray zip-up over a basic white tank, matched with his black mullet, though messier than usual. Dear god. His honeyed complexion shimmering prettily under the flickering lights, one shoulder more exposed than the other, due to the sloppy way he'd been wearing his clothes. He was beautiful. Lola never thought she'd say that about a man. It was women who were pretty, how could a man be beauty? Well, Jeon Jungkook was.

She gulped under his helpless gaze, though said nothing. He did, instead: "But I'm talking to you."

He was cocky, as always, and althought it hasn't been long at all, Lola missed it. She hated herself for it.

"I'm sorry." He said.

She snorted. "So funny! Tell another one!"

If she wasn't angry at him, Jungkook would pulled her in and poured little giggles into her mouth. Even in moments like these, Lola was able to make him laugh. He suppressed the thought and licked his pierced lip. "Lo, I'm serious."

"Nice to meet you serious! I'm Lo-"

"Lola!" He had to cut her off before she made her first dad joke, as much as he wanted laugh at it. Laugh with her. Doe eyes on display, "Please!" he whined. There was something tugging at his vocal chords. It must've been something like sadness, though nowhere near as simple as that. Maybe it was pain... Or guilt. Who knows? All Jungkook knew was that it hurt to hurt her. He wanted to get her back. "Just- let me explain-"

"Explain what?!" It was a game of finishing each other's sentences, it seemed like. But they weren't really doing that either. It was more like, breaking each other's sentences, and replacing the words with fists to punch each other in the heart. Like Lola was about to: "How you introduced me to Margot as a friend, and then kissed her right in front of me?!"

There it was. The truth. Not like he was denying it, but hearing it spill out of her mouth in the form of needles really did do damage. His ribcage tightened, as if shrinking around his burning heart. He sulked, shoulders shrugged, eyes watching her hands grab the basket on the floor again. Lola nudged it in her side and shoved her and the girls' dirty laundry in the machine. Poetic, almost. Hiding all her dirty laundry, wanting to clean it, while Jungkook laid it all out. Raw and bare, for her to pick and choose a pain and suffer with it. Was it the fact that it was Margot he kissed, that hurt Lola? Or was the fact that it was him that was kissed? Who was Lola kidding...? It was both.

"You're right." Is all he could mumble.

She nodded, agreeing. "I am." Once she fit all clothes in, she shut the round door, and filled the compartments in the drawer with detergent. Thankfully, she didn't need to double down and ask for the dollar bills he had offered, because there were a couple crumpled in the very bottom of the pockets of her cardigan. It was a chunky knit one, and things would often get lost in between the yarn.

The timer showed an hour and a half, which she wasn't going to wait out right there, especially with him in the room. "Now if you'll excuse me-" Lola brushed past him, scorning at how frustratingly beautiful he looked just standing there. "I need to go."

Hand linked around her arm, "Dolores." Jungkook pulled her in. Of course he couldn't resist it. There was something about her. The way that one little wisp of hair sticking out the top of her head like a flame wiggled whenever he embraced her in a hug, it made him feels things he'd never felt before. Yet, the feeling didn't last long when she broke out of his tight grip with a threat and a smack on his shoulder. "I was drunk... I thought she was you-"

"That makes it worse!" Lola faked a grin, her sage rimmed glasses sliding a little down the creased bridge of her small nose, while tiny little dimples showed on the apples of her cheeks. Jungkook was only able to seem when she laughed hard. They'd show around her tight muscles like little indents holding her freckles like space holds its stars. "Thanks for that information!"

Lola chose to be sarcastic, and borderline annoying. It was deliberate, and very on-brand for her character, given the fact that mirroring is how she coped with heartbreak. She could've mirrored him way worse. Could've grabbed a guy's face and kissed him relentlessly, though Lola's sense of revenge had a limit very close to the starting line. All she could do was annoy him just as much as he annoyed her.

Jungkook had been chewing on the skin around his lip ring, peeling the chapped skin with his teeth while he looked down at the floor. At a loss for words, and yet he found a couple here and there, in the nooks and crannies of his fast-paced mind. "I just need you to know that I feel like a fuckin' bum, and that I'm genuinely sorry, Lo."

"I'm sure you do." Her grin stretched further across her face, reaching both ears. "Anything else?"

"Lo, please!" Finally, he was showing signs of annoyance now. Groaning in frustration, his head thrown back, he ignored the couple students brushing against him as they walked in to do their laundry, eyes focused on Lola, and Lola only. "I am sorry!"

"How do you expect me to trust you?!" Everyone had a breaking point, and although Lola hadn't reached hers yet, she could feel it in her bones. It was close. Her blood boiling under her skin, "I mean-" she scoffed. "you told me you two were just friends. Friends! And then I see you cheering for her, looking at her with those fucking eyes, kissing her?! What the fuck do you want me to think, Jungkook?!"

"You're right!" He snapped back. "You're right all the fuckin' way! I don't even got shit to say other than I'm sorry, but please just- don't look at me that way! Makes me feel like a monster..."

Ironic. She though. "You should! That's exactly how you acted! Only a monster would trick a girl into being his girlfriend, and then kiss another girl on the night of homecoming!"

"No." He denied it immediately, not wanting to live with the thought of Lola thinking he tricked her. "No, baby! That's not-"

"Don't call me baby!"

"Okay- sorry! Lola, that's not- I didn't trick you! I swear! None of the shit I said was fake, I swear on my momma!" His hands were desperate with the way they were trying to grab her wrists, but to no avail.

"You know what? I don't care!" Lola spat, shoving him back. She knew they should be quiet, the few other sets of eyes in the laundry room were all turned on them, but she couldn't. She felt the words bubble in the base of her throat, and they were loud with the way they fizzed. "I don't care who you kiss! I don't care why you're sorry! I don't even care if you actually like me or not-"

"Of course I like you!"

She ignored him. "-we broke up, and that's the end of it! And we can't be friends anymore, either! So mind your business and I'll mind mine!"

"Dolores-"

"Don't you have other things to worry about?!" She turned back around, brows drawn together, and frowned at him. Eyes written in anger. "Like, I don't know, the fact that you almost killed Charlie! I mean, what are you even doing here?! I heard you were expelled!"

"I'm expelled from going to lectures. Still allowed to be on college property." He explain softly, reeling her in and encouraging her to be softer with the way she scolded him, as the couple students around were getting a little too interested in their conversation.

She scoffed, one brow cocked. Lola held her by the collar of his zip-up, and pulled him in harshly. "How does that even happen? Do you have, like, some sort of connection to the police? Perhaps the government?!"

He had to suppress a smile again. She really had a detective in her. She could've cuffed his wrists, sat him down on a chair, and blasted a bright light in his face to interrogate him for murder, and his eyes would've sparkled at the mere inches between them. In fact, Jungkook wished she was interrogating him. It would've been better than whatever she was doing to him now. Though, the way she held him by the collar did make his heart race. Their faces were only an inch apart. He smiled. "I don't. But money does."

Lola didn't need to ask. She had put two and two together. She knew Jungkook wasn't exactly rich, but he had a friend who was. She had started to wonder if Seokjin really was wealthy enough to keep someone out of jail, or even out a three months long expulsion, which would usually be the headmaster's punishment for smashing a glass cup into someone's head. She let him go, shoving him slightly before clearing her throat. "You still nearly killed someone."

"That's what I said, didn't I? In that lecture...? I ain't scared to kill for-"

"A friend." Lola cut him off -again- before he could say something stupid. "You're not scared to kill for a new friend." She figured the repetition was much needed, considering he was starting to get cocky again. "Whatever, stay away from me."

"I can't." Jungkook, somehow more confident than when he walked in, after Lola manhandled him, followed her out of the laundry room. It was safe to say his confidence immediately dropped, though, when he saw Margot spotting them outside.

Lola noticed her too, and glared and Jungkook through the corner of her eye. "Maybe she's the one you should kill for." She nudged his side harshly with her elbow, laundry basket still against her other side. "Y'know? Kiss 'n kill."

On her way back, Lola made sure to accidentally bump a shoulder into Margot, as well. Which wasn't so satisfying, considering how much taller she was than her, though it was worth a try. She walked past before Margot could utter an apology. Standing dumb-founded, "She's really angry, isn't she?" Margot questioned, approaching the tattooed boy.

He sighed. "The fuck you think?"

"Jungkook, maybe you need to do something bigger?" Margot crossed her arms in front of her chest, leaning in to explain her ideas. "Like, a date, or something like that."

"A date?"

She hummed. "Look, all girls want is conversation-"

"She don't even fuckin' listen to me!" Jungkook whined, gesturing into the distance where Lola had disappeared behind the tall dorm buildings.

Rolling her eyes, "Because her anger's still fresh." Margot pinched the skin around his fingers to get him to shut his mouth. Earning an agonizing hiss, "Leave her alone for like a couple days." Margot continued. "Let her think about everything, and in the meantime we can plan a little date for the both of you. You can take her somewhere quiet and make it up to her."

"You think it'll work?" Hopeless, Jungkook asked the blonde girl standing guilty beside him. Margot was his only hope to get Lola back. They were both girls, at the end of the day. They must know each other.

Pressing her lips into a thin line, "It's worth a try." Margot replied.

"That's not enough." Jungkook rolled his eyes.

She rolled hers back at him. "Well, that's all you get. Maybe should've never broken her heart in the first place."

"Okay-" he rolled his neck, sassy.

"What else is there to do?" She cut him off. "Can't just wait for her to get over it... So?"

"Yeah, okay." Finally, Jungkook had agreed. Hands on his hips, he licked his lips in determination. "Let's get her back."

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