Chapter 41

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Hayden's room looked like the inside of a genie bottle

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Hayden's room looked like the inside of a genie bottle. There were at least three different rugs, a lot of pillows, tapestries on the ceiling, an array of half-burned candles, an oversized plant, and the distinct aroma of incense. Nothing matched, yet everything felt cohesive. Like a bag of Skittles had hugged the space.

Pierce had previously assumed Hayden lived in a dormitory, but no, she lived in an abandoned factory building. It had been converted into a communal living unit a few years ago, which explained why Hayden had to move in. She loved when anything was reused, even if it was a whole building. The nudist on the second floor was arguably a bit abnormal, but Pierce was happy Hayden had made some new friends within the old brick building.

"What're we doing here?" Pierce asked. He collapsed onto Hayden's unmade bed. "I should be huddled against my mini fridge, embracing a pack of Coors Light."

A never-ending cycle - miss Elliot enough to drink, or drink enough to miss Elliot.

"You're such a baby," Hayden quipped, shuffling through her messy closet. She threw some poster board at Pierce. Still scavenging through the contents around her shoe rack, she murmured, "Where're my gel pens?"

Pierce assessed the blank boards that bonked his head. "What's your plan? A group project?" He exhaled, letting his chest sink as he eyed Hayden's bedroom ceiling. "My boyfriend thinks I cheated on him with a beauty vlogger. I need something a little more convincing than arts and crafts." Boyfriend. Boyfriend. Pierce liked that word. He didn't want to stop using it.

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