On fire
Jordan F*ck. She never calls me. I know I have to pick up because if she does, it’s the epitome of an emergency, but- I almost got to kiss Percy! Almost. My face is an apologetic mask as I carefully drop Percy on the stool before pulling the still-ringing phone to my ear and stepping away. My hands are clammy, and let’s just say there are parts of me that aren’t usually as rigid. “Hey!” I put on my best cheerful voice. “How is my favorite flow—” “There were seven. Now, there are only six!” Iris’ voice sounds raspy and unusually out of breath. “Iris, I don’t— “My studio is on fire and-” “What?!” I can basically hear my cousin blow out an exasperated breath. “My studio is on fire.” She repeats like I’m an i***t and waisting her time with my interruptions. “I was teaching and- th
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