This is the ninth chapter (the chapter when I finally realised that Satan's daughter hasn't been mentioned yet...whoops). Enjoy!
~ AthenasOwlette
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Seyda | Chaster | Layla | Chase
Number dialing...
Connected.
"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!"
"I can explain-"
"YOU DO NOT GO ALL MIA ON YOUR BEST FRIEND FOR THREE FUCKING DAYS! UNDERSTAND?!"
"Who are you calling? They're really loud."
"EXCUS - hold on, was that Chaster Sanchez?"
"Shut up and stop listening! Go upstairs! I need to talk to Layla!"
"Who? Oh, Satan's daughter."
"CHASTER!"
"Alright, I'm going. I'm going, jeez."
"That was Chaster Sanchez."
"I told you I'd explain. Now, start asking away."
"How the hell do you know Chester Sanchez? No offence, you aren't the most social person ever. You're either studying or working. You don't even have time for me!"
"I'm so sorry! But we hang out before school right?"
"Yeah, if I'm lucky. What about Sanchez?"
"Remember Demon?"
"Who, the guy who called you by accident?"
"Yes."
"So?"
"..."
"No. No, no, no, no, no, no. Chester fucking Sanchez called you by accident?! This is so cool! It's like a cliche romance book!"
"Whoa, hold on there. We're just friends!"
"Yeah, and he's in your house? A Sanchez? In your house?!"
"MorelikeI'minhishouse."
"Whaaaa?"
"Um, nothing."
"You said something!"
"I said nothing!"
"You're a horrible liar."
"Fine! Okay. Jeez, I just said that I was in his house."
"Cool. See? Not too ba - IN CHESTER SANCHEZ'S HOUSE? GIRL, I NEED ALL THE DETAILS!"
"Hey motherfucker and Hypothetical Cinnamon Roll, I'm back!"
"So sorry, got to go!"
"WAS THAT THE CHASE SANCHEZ?!"
"...maybe?"
"SEYDA-"
"ANGEL, HURRY UP! ASSHOLE HERE BROUGHT DINNER HOME!"
"COMING! I'll call you tomorrow morning first thing, Lay. Bye!"
"Wait hold on-"
- call ended -
"-when did you become so close with the Sanchezes? You're so lucky!"
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