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Justine Reynolds just added me into a group chat.
Uh, what? What group chat?
I swear the Skype notification is judging me. I can't see who else is in the group chat — if I want to know who's in it, I have to accept it.
The notification disappears and I enter the group chat. I immediately get invited into a video call, and I scan the members quickly: Justine Reynolds, Trey Gonzalez, Jude Reynolds. Oh my God. Trey and Jude in one video call? Hell is most likely breaking loose.
A message pops up from my personal chat.
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I'm sucked into the video call, and like a time bomb, the voices explode from my computer. Colours and faces swarm my vision, but I'm too caught up with how Jude's loud, outrageous voice contrasts with Trey's calm, firm one:
"You don't even take fucking track, or any sport," Jude accuses. "How would you know?"
"Observation and textbooks. Clearly you lack in academic areas if you hadn't approached that method by now."
"You motherfucking — "
"Jude!" I scream, covering my eyes. "Why are you naked?!"
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