Howdy y'all. Do any of yous play roblox? Cause I do. A lot.
Roblox: jodumps
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"So Medda is the one that came up with this plan." I told Race as we were walking to the theater.
"Son of a bitch." Race said, "so it's her fault Jack always looks like he's 'bout ta kill me."
I chuckled.
"Why are you doing this anyway?" He asked. "He already likes you. Just tell him how you feel."
"Just tell him how you feel." I mocked. "Do you know how stupid that would make me sound?"
"Well-" he said.
"I ain't no idiot sandwich like Spot or Jack." I said. "Some of us have to keep up our reputation."
"I just thinks this whole thing is a little unnecessary." Race said.
We entered the theater to see Medda taLkIng tO sPot??? I grabbed Race's hand to make sure Spot saw.
"Medda!" I yelled.
She jumped a little.
"You better not be-" I said angrily before she cut me off.
"I'm not." She reassured me.
"Good." I said, crossing my arms. "So what brings you here?"
"I just wanted to find you." Spot said.
Medda tried to mouth something to me from behind Spot. I didn't understand.
"Why?" I asked.
"Can I talk to you alone?" He asked.
Medda's eyes were wide and u was sure that she was internally squealing.
"Sure." I said, leading Spot backstage to Medda's dressing room. As soon as I closed the door behind me I was slammed against a wall.
"Oh now I see why you wanted to find me." I said, rolling my eyes. "You wanted to have another makeout session."
"Do you not want to?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Its not that," I answered, "it's just that you keep...ya know... doing this with a girl that isn't available."
"Well yous the one who kissed me yesterday." He said, pointedly. "Is Racetrack not... fulfilling your needs?"
"Wow way ta make it weird." I said, rolling my eyes.
His hands moved down to my waist. He looked down at me.
"When are yous gonna dump him?" He asked.
"What do ya mean?" I asked.
"We both know you likes me better." He said, moving his face closer to mine.
"Are ya sure?" I asked, trying not to look at his lips.
"Are you sure?" He asked.
Before I could say anything, he kissed me. I chose not to bite him this time. Things intensified and the ewas progressively less and less space between our bodies. We were just fully making out. Again. I had to stop. I had a "boyfriend". I pulled away and looked up at him.
"This isn't good." I said.
"A second ago you would have said otherwise." Spot said.
"No not this kiss," I said, "It was... pretty great to be honest..."
He smirked.
"But that's not the point." I said.
"Then what is the point of this?" He asked.
"I really don't know." I said, "it's great but I have a boyfriend..."
"Yeah I know I'm a pretty great kisser." He chuckled.
"We all know that." I said, "I need to go."
I pushed past him to the door.
"Wait." He said.
I stopped.
"Tomorrow you need to make your decision."
I walked out the door.
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"Here it is fellas." Jack said, gesturing to the old printing press. We is gonna use this to make history."
Jack, Davey, Sarah, Denton, and I were in Mr. Pulitzer's basement. We were gonna host a city wide rally for all the working kids of New York. Hopefully this would end the strike for good.
"Let's get to work then." I said.
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Haw yee mother truckers. Next chapter is the last one. This was fun. Be sure to follow me on Insta cause I'm lonely. Sry for the short chapter lol.