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Ima be honest, I haven't been updating because I've fallen into a big writers block and the train ride on my way to school gives me inspiration to write. With the coronavirus—I don't think that's going to happen.

I'll try to get some chapters out to you all. Prepare yourself for some drama 😳😳😳

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       The car ride to the shooting ground wasn't too far, thank god. We've arrive there in less than 20 minutes, but Zion couldn't resist playing with my hair along the way. He showed me more affection and turned around to check the seat behind us. I could've sworn I heard Malu choke a little when he did so.

I turned to Zion and slapped his hand off my head. He eyed me, "What's wrong?"

"I—nothing. It's nothing."

"Come on, baby. Tell me what's wrong."

I sat in silence before giving in, "I'll tel you later."

    We all stepped it of the van before it had fully parked, Brandon, who was a little bold today decided to open it up and jump out.

    "Are you fucking MAD?!" Nick screamed and quickly pulled the car to a halt.

    "Just quirky," Brandon gave Nick a little wink and leaned on the car window. Nick growled at him and tried quickly to roll up the window to decapitate his friend.

"God, you all make me want to burn a bullet threw my left kidney." Keymora rolled her eye. Delilah raised an eyebrow to say something but Keymora snapped and told her; "don't even fucking think of saying anything."

"Alrighty loud mouth." She crawled out of the van and I could've swore she wanted to trip her on her way out. She collected herself and gave me a innocent, sweet smile.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me. I must be really tired." She took her sunglasses out of her bag and placed them on her head.

She turned to me and shot me with play guns. I smiled back and grabbed my things. When she turned around my face darkened and my mind cluttered with fog.

I gripped onto Zions arm. "I'm worried about her."

My mind flashed back to the conversation I had with Brandon a few days ago.

"I wish she can tell us what's wrong though....."

"What do you mean?"

"You didn't notice? She's always so anxious and polite. She fidgets with her hands and bites her lips. She adverts all eye contact and hates arguments."

    "Who? Keymora or Delilah?"

"Keymora...somethings wrong with her.." my lips flattened into a line.

"Why don't you ask her later?" He kissed my temple. "Get her on her own time."

    Edwin peeked his head into the van and asked if our make out season was over. "We have a video to record..."

"We weren't making out but if you give us five minutes we could start." Zion teases.

I went to crawl over Zion before grabbing my bag, "Five minutes is how long he'll last."

    "Hey! What the fuck, that's not what happened yesterday night—" I covered his mouth.

"Ew ew ew ew." Edwin cringed. "Get the fuck out of the car right now. That's nasty."

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Also wtf is this update—