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Maila KolbiAtlanta, GeorgiaAugust 26, 2024 (Monday) Kolbi Residence7:45 AM "Hmm… which outfit, guys? Should I do the bodysuit or the skirt?" I asked, flipping my camera around to show the girls my options. "Uhhh, the skirt," Skylar said, leaning into the camera with her flat iron in hand. "It's hot as hell in Georgia today, no point in suffering more than you have to." "Yess, and wear that cute crop top we got from the mall on Saturday!" Kamiya added as she blended her makeup. "Okay, skirt…-
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Luke The shop was always busiest on Mondays. Cars that had sputtered to a stop over the weekend rolled in one after another, their owners looking frazzled and in need of a miracle. I didn't mind the chaos; it kept my mind busy. If I was too focused on fixing engines, I didn't have time to think about everything else. But I never thought that Elle would come to the auto shop out of all places. I didn't know she'd show up today, of all places. Seeing her walk into my dad's shop had been a punch to…-
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Elle "Elle?" Luke said, his voice unsure, as if he didn't believe what he was seeing. "What are you doing here?" I asked, my tone sharper than I intended. He arched an eyebrow. "I work here. What are you doing here?" Before I could answer, the older man—the one who had greeted me earlier—stepped back into the room. "Luke, this is Elle Sinclair," he said, gesturing toward me with a smile. "She's the one with the car her dad called about." My jaw dropped as realization hit me. "Wait……
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Elle The hallways were as chaotic as ever on a Monday morning. I kept my head down, weaving through the crowd with my bag slung over my shoulder. After the weekend I'd had, I wanted nothing more than to disappear into the background. "Elle!" Jasmine's voice rang out above the noise, and I spotted her practically sprinting down the hall. She dodged a group of freshmen, skidded to a stop in front of me, and rested her hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath. "Where have you been?" she asked,…
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Luke By the time I pulled up to the house, the night felt heavier than usual. Dropping Elle off wasn't how I thought my night would end, but the way she sat so still in the passenger seat, her hands gripping her bag like it was her lifeline. I shook my head as I turned off my truck, telling myself it wasn't my business. But as I sat there for a second longer than I needed to, I realized I didn't completely believe that. The porch light was on, which meant Mom was still awake. Sure enough, she was…
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Elle The moment I stepped through the front door of our house, I knew I was in trouble. The heavy oak door groaned shut behind me, sealing me in with the kind of silence that only meant one thing—my parents were still awake. The warm glow of the chandelier above cast long shadows across the polished marble floor, but it did nothing to ease the tension simmering in the air. My heels clicked softly as I moved forward, but I froze when I saw them emerge from the living room. My father stood tall,…
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Elle The streetlights cast long shadows over the sidewalk as I walked, my heels clicking against the pavement. I was cold, frustrated, and completely exhausted. My car had broken down a few blocks back, the engine refusing to start no matter how many times I turned the key. As if that wasn't bad enough, my phone had died earlier, leaving me stranded and cut off. Jasmine and I had gotten separated when the police showed up at the party. One minute we were laughing and running together, and the next,…
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Elle I couldn't stop looking at Luke. He wasn't the type of guy who screamed for attention. In fact, he was practically the opposite. But somehow, that made him stand out more. I blinked, realizing I had been staring for far too long. I quickly looked away, hoping no one had noticed. But just as I did, I saw him glance in my direction. Our eyes met for a brief moment, and I quickly turned my head, my heart racing for reasons I didn't fully understand. I was still trying to steady my breathing when…
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The party at Dylan's house was already in full swing by the time Jasmine and I arrived. Music pulsed through the walls, blending with the hum of chatter and bursts of laughter spilling onto the front lawn. Dylan's house was just as extravagant as I had imagined—a sprawling two-story with tall windows that gleamed like jewels under the moonlight. The Sinclair estate was larger, sure, but it didn't have the same carefree energy this place seemed to radiate. I parked my car along the curb and Jasmine…
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Savannah looks different from my side of town. Sure, we've got the same moss-covered trees and warm Georgia sunsets, but everything here feels... grittier. The streets are cracked, the paint on the houses is peeling, and the air carries a heaviness that reminds you life isn't handed to you on a silver platter. I'd be lying if I said I hated it, though. It's home. My family isn't rich—not by a long shot. My dad's been a mechanic since before I was born, running his shop out on Whitaker Street. I've…
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