CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

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My fingers were working on the keyboard of my laptop at a speed that terrified even me. It almost made me feel like I was levitating, pouring out each word that swirled in my head non-stop, bobbing the soft music that flowed through my earbuds.

But all of a sudden, one of the buds was yanked out of my ear, eliciting a frown from me, and halting my work. I swung my head up and was met with a grinning Iris who was tossing a chip into her mouth.

"Hey!" I chided her, "I was working!" I frowned.

My best friend only let out an eye roll that indicated that she couldn't be bothered by what she just pulled off. She hadn't wiped her makeup off her face and her hair was still tightly locked in a bun. The only thing that had changed was the sports bra she was clad in and a pair of baggy sweatpants.

"What?!" I shot at her when I saw that she was still grinning at me. I pushed my laptop aside, tucking my hair behind my ear.

"Oh, relax, will you?" she huffed.

"Iris, I swear to