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𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁  / ❛ liar ❜

[ episode nine, different but same ]










Jace and Marlee sat down near his car, the bottles of alcohol between them, the familiar hum of the party in the background. They'd been to plenty of Yasmine's parties together over the years, often finding themselves hanging out in the quieter spots, just like old times.

Marlee took a sip of her drink, leaning back against the car. "So, what's this 'terrific plan' of yours to get Moon, huh?" she teased, smirking at him.

Jace grinned, clearly excited about his latest scheme. "Alright, listen to this," he said, leaning in as if he were about to drop some serious knowledge. "I'm thinking, I'll take her out somewhere super casual, like a café or something. Then, I'll just... drop some compliments, y'know, tell her how amazing she is. Then, boom—instant connection. She won't know what hit her."

Marlee laughed, shaking her head. "Dude, you're so full of it. That sounds like a disaster waiting to happen."

Jace shrugged, unfazed. "Nah, I've got this. Trust me. That's how you got Hawk, right?"

"Shut up. We haven't even gone on the date yet." As they shared a laugh, they both stood up, brushing themselves off. The party was starting to feel a little too loud for their tastes, so they began walking around the edge of the bonfire, the music thumping in the distance.

Marlee glanced over at Jace. "You're actually serious about this, huh?"

Jace shot her a playful grin. "Wouldn't be the first time I've pulled off a miracle."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say," Marlee responded, rolling her eyes but secretly entertained by his confidence. "Just don't get your hopes up too much."

They walked side by side, a comfortable silence hanging between them for a moment, the sounds of laughter and music blending into the background as the night carried on, until Jace suddenly skidded to a halt. Marlee followed his gaze and saw his expression shift, his jaw slightly dropping.

"Marlee.." Jace whispered, his voice barely audible, his eyes wide.

Marlee furrowed her brows, confused, then looked up at him before glancing in the direction he was staring.

In front of them, Moon and Hawk were sitting on a log, locked in an embrace, their lips tangled in a kiss. Marlee felt her stomach drop, the world around her slowing to a stop. She blinked rapidly, hoping her mind was playing tricks on her.

Spoiler alert: it wasn't.

Her heart raced, and she felt the air leave her lungs. She stumbled back a step, feeling Jace's hand catch her waist just in time. The alcohol from earlier suddenly seemed to hit her all at once, her vision blurring and the world spinning around her.

"Come on, Mars—" Jace's voice was distorted, like he was speaking through water. His words barely registered as she felt the weight of what she'd just seen settle in her chest.

Miguel appeared out of nowhere, a shot in hand. "You okay?" he asked, despite the mood he was in, concern etched on his face.

Without thinking, Marlee grabbed the shot and threw it back, the liquid burning down her throat. It didn't do much to dull the ache in her chest, but it at least gave her something else to focus on. She wiped her eyes, blinking away the sudden rush of tears that threatened to spill.

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