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Iliana blinks, letting out a small groan she raises her head up, blinking. She realizes she's in a bathroom stall and must have dozed off for a moment... Well, she has had a long day after all, doing--

Hmmm. She honestly couldn't remember. Her head is pounding though, that much she did know. Shrugging she exits the stall, washes her hands, and splashes some water on her face. Her reflection looks hideous staring back at her, she thought.

I just want my bed, she thinks to herself, exiting the bathroom...

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I look around strangely, feeling odd. I don't remember entering the bathroom, cause why wouldn't I just use my fucking own, and my collarbone feels sore...

I see movement out of the corner of my eye and find Jordan, in their feminine form, walking towards me. Oh, great. I prep myself to be snapped at and for the comments but all I can seem to think is how fuckingggg hot they look right now in their black tank and they wavy hair and--

Oh, shit, their lips are moving.

"What?" I ask.

"I, uh, I said hey." They say, sounding a bit nervous.

"Oh." My brows knit together. This wasn't the reaction I was expecting at all... "Hey?" I pose it as more of a question than a statement. Is it hot in here? I think it's hot in here...

"Can we tal-" They breathe out before pausing, their eyes zero in on my... chest? Neck?

"What?" I frantically look down at myself.

"What the hell happened to you?" They ask, hand immediately shooting up to my neck before I can say anything. Their cool fingers brush against my skin as they pull back my cardigan.

I ignore the feeling of mush and rush in my brain, shaking my head. "What? What are you--" I reach up to where their hand is and they wrap their fingers around mine, guiding me to a wound?!

My eyes widen in surprise. No wonder it felt sore here... "What the hell?" My eyes connect with there's filled with worry before I stretch my head back to take a look.

I can tell it's already healing, but it seems fresh?! The hole is pretty small and there's some dried blood around it.

"I—" I click my tongue, letting out a chuckle because I'm gonna sound, and I feel, fucking crazy. "I don't know. I don't know where this came from." Hmm, okay— my head is spinning.

"Okay, listen, I know I said not to worry about it earlier, and that we don't have to talk about it at all, but-" They start, "But I don't know if I want to do that." What are they talking about?? I think I'd rather be yelled at honestly. "I mean, I've been doing a lot of thinking, and thinking back, and—"

"I'm sorry—" I cut them off. "Earlier? What-What're you talking about?" I look at them confused. Did I fall and my head or something? Did they fall and hit their head or something? "We don't have to talk about what?"

"What do you mean?" They look at me.

"You didn't say not to worry about it earlier." I tell them. I can't even remember what I did earlier. "Maybe you did." I mumble.

"Yes, I did, before we chased Rufus." They rebuttal, eyebrows furrowing.

"Eugh." I cringe. "Why the hell would we chase Rufus?" I am dreaming right now? Is that why Jordan looks so— Oh, my gosh, not the time Iliana!

Jordan looks at me, like a light bulb goes off. "He fucking wiped you again. After—" They stop, shaking their head.

I feel like my brain is gonna explode. I swear I give them the most crazed look I've ever musted. "Jordan, WHAT the hell are you talking about?" I hate Rufus. "After what?" I shake my head.

"That mother fucker." They scoff, brushing past me.

"No, hang on!" I holler, spinning around. "Did Rufus do this?" I point to my neck.

I see their jaw tick. "I don't know. Better not have." The mumble the last part.

"Wha-" I clench my fingers by my sides, needing answers now. "Jor—" I exhale, needing a moment to breathe. "You said we were both chasing him?"

Jordan nods. Well, then why am I the only one with a wound?

"And you're not..." I trail off and before I think my hand shoots up to their collarbone, though their shirt is way more exposing, I slowly push the strap of the tank, examining their pale skin like my life depends on it. Their breathing falters and for a second I think stops all together. "Wait—" I think I feel something...

"What?" They ask, barely audible.

"I think I feel something." I say, concentrated, I lift my palm from their skin. "Can I?" I can't bring myself to look at them being this close, but they nod.

I bend my fingers ever so slightly and they stiffen a bit under the searing heat. I feel something move in their blood as it warms up and just as the blood begins to boil I yank my hand back and something shoots out of their skin.

Jordan grabs it midair and holds out their hand and we look down before looking back up at each other. A tiny, black pill shaped thing lays in their palm.

"Oh, hey guys." A voice breaks us out of our gaze and we turn to find Marie.

Jordan nods and I hold my hand up.

She looks a bit frazzled.

"You good?" I ask, not sure why, but I feel like I should.

"Yeah, yeah." She nods slowly, seeming to try to convince herself. "I just, was roaming through the hallway, for uh," She chuckles. "I can't remember, it's not important actually." She wipes her hand down her jeans before her eyes widen as she see's Jordan's neck with some blood. "Oh, my g- what happened here?"

I turn to Jordan, waiting to see what they'll explain.

They sigh angrily. "Iliana found this in my fucking neck." They hold up the tiny black chip. "Probably Rufus from—"

"Rufus?" Marie asks. "That psychic guy?" Her eyebrows shoot up. "He did that? How?"

Jordan tilts their head as I find myself agreeing with Marie. Yes, how. And why?

"Wait, you don't remember us looking for him earlier?" Jordan asks. "You were going to report him." What the fuck is going on?!

Marie's eyes widen even more. "Report him?! Earlier? What are you talking about? What did he do?"

"He wiped you too." Jordan says.

"Wiped me?" Marie questions, freaking out.

I glance back at Jordan, raising a brow. "Okay, Marie, uh, this is gonna sound weird, but can you-" She's gonna think I'm fucking crazy, if she doesn't already. "Can you push the collar of your shirt back a bit?"

"What?!" She lets out a laugh of nerves. "My shirt?"

I sigh. "Ugh, yes, Marie. Please?"

"Oh-kay." She says slowly, reaching up the the red collar of her shirt she pulls back and reveals the same wound I have on my neck. "I have no idea how that got there." She says, looking at her hand from the blood she dry blood she wiped. "That's fucking weird."

"Well, then you're gonna think this is fucking weirder." I let out a ridiculous chuckle that this is even happening right now. How is Marie involved in this? WHAT IS 'THIS?!'

I pull my cardigan to the side and show her my neck.

"Oh, my God." Her mouth falls open.

"This was in there." Jordan pinches the chip between their fingers.

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𝟶ʙᴜᴛᴛᴇʀʙɪsᴄᴜɪᴛ𝟽 sᴘᴇᴀᴋs!

Whew, y'all, Iliana was DOWN baddd in this scene, but like can we blame her??? Jordan looked SO freakin good in this scene omg😩

Anywayssss, ughhh, Ilordan had me dying this entire chapter omg. And ugh sadly Marie had to come in & interrupt the moment lmao, but she had to end up at the house where they confront Rufus bc Emma calls her and tells her that it's Cate & so I had to.

Hope y'all enjoyed this chapter!! I'm SO freakin mad & upset Jordan was ready to freakin talk (just like Iliana was) but noooope (I'm gonna rip my hair actually, jk jk)

Don't forget to comment your thoughts, questions, & reactions!! And see you in the next part for the final chapter of episode 5!!  <3