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'Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz, BzzZzzzzzz'. Two text messages came in seemingly back-to-back, no surprise as Jaylene was forcing her eyes closed for minutes at a crack and opening them again, inhaling deeply. Generally when people saw this behavior, they asked if she was alright or if they were boring her due to the long intakes of breath. A lot of the time Jaylene just forgot to breathe.

When she checked her texts again, she was laying nearly flat in her car with the seat reclined as far as it would go. One of her narrow legs was propped up on the steering wheel while her other extended towards the gas pedal. The key was turned to the first notch in the ignition with only the battery running to play music on the stereo as Jaylene waited for responses. She yawned from time to time as the rain 'pitter patter'ed onto the windshield, casting odd, circular glows all over the girl from the filtering sunlight.

It wasn't until she was too late reading Kaleb's text, that a truck rumbled into her driveway. "Kite tweaked, she told me you need a ride. But ay we're hot boxing outside ur house. Hop in." the text read. Jaylene adjusted the seat and cracked the door to peek out at her friends, grinning.

She strode to the window of the truck, standing on the step bar below the door to knock on the smoked-up glass. When it was rolled down, she leaned in, her hips pressed against the metal and her feet in the air, kicking around brown, knee-high boots. Grabbing Kite by a handful of her tresses, Jaylene gave her a sloppy, playful yet harmless kiss on the mouth and pulled away to lick her lips and laugh. "Hi my beautiful babies," she crooned and grasped the ledge of where the window was lowered, balancing herself, "I have to go get Trissypoo but I'll meet you guys at Lakeside." She dropped to her normal height, her boots hitting the fresh cement of her driveway. "I'll be a half hour at the most."

Her pouty lips blew a kiss to Kaleb before she pivoted, turning on her heel to return to her car, belt up and whip out of the driveway. The tires burnt out, making smoke rise into the air as the pastel green BMW disappeared down the road at the speed of light.

Nearly running her front bumper into a corvette while attempting to parallel park, she left her car crooked and mumbled, "Fuck it," as she slid out of it. Through the glass of the Starbucks she could see Tristan conversing with one of the coffee servants. Pursing her lips, Jaylene waltzed in, catching the "Yeah because showing up like - once every month is the makings of a fine student," segment of conversation. Defensively but with a smug smirk, Jaylene riposted while putting a hand on the counter, "And the makings of a fine minimum wage hooker encompasses working at a Starbucks. So you're on your way!" Her enthusiasm was laced with sarcasm and false encouragement as she gave Tiffany a thumbs up.

"Speaking of which, just a vente, black. No cream, no sugar. Hold the spit too, will you? You're the best, Tiff." The girl behind the counter gawked, then looked to her manager who gave her a menacing, 'don't-you-fucking-dare' type of glare. When she paid, Jaylene sipped at the coffee and lifted her sweater to rub a hand across her tanned stomach. "Oh shit, I forgot. A mocha frap with extra chocolate. Make it pretty." She dug out her phone again, responding to Brik's request:
Have no fear, Sodey's here. XO

Tiffany served the extra order with a scoff. To which Jaylene threw a crumpled twenty dollar bill at her and turned to Tristan again. "Ready when you are; by the way, need to get Brik from the hospital." she gestured toward the door as the sun sank.