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A giddy laugh bubbled up froain I was a lumpy diva, but, fuck it, I was a badass, too And I was slowly skidding closer to the ground as the sweat that gathered behind rip

Everyhow far I’d co to do a basic spin witha diva This wasbody and I loved the shit out of it

And if I kept telling myself that, maybe one day I’d believe it

I loweredin one inary audience

The song ended and I bracedlike I’d run a 5k, with a grin so daave h five and a few club-worthy woos Itthe tricks one hundred percent correctly, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to recordstudio with full-wall lory—yet

I flopped ontoshort shorts and sports bra gavewasn’t exactly aboutoffreshman year and hell if it hadn’t helped—soth, body confidence, and maybe attempt to feel a little sexy

The door slammed downstairs and I shot up from the bed

“Jules!” Berk’s un to ‘floor it, Louise,’ careening toward a cliff I shot up and fell offoff the floor, I grabbedfro in lasses off my desk and shoved them onto my face

Berk was probably wondering how I’d trapped a wild ani sleeved T-shirt and hoodie off the back oftoon, but that was better than hi ot dressed even quicker and threw open my door

My feet barely touched any of the steps as I flenstairs

“Berk” I fell into the kitchen, bracing ainst the doorway The butterflies in htened my lips to what I hoped was a non-serial killer level of sht, so I wrapped les tiptoed up and down ed his ass and trim waist better than mine ever fit me

His head shot up and the half of the cookie sticking out of his mouth broke off and dropped onto the counter “There you are” His words were muffled behind two manhole cover-sized cookies

“Did you think I was hiding in my cookie box?”

“Is that what you’re calling it these days?” Killer ses of his eyes crinkled and his mop of hair was tousled and still a little damp Probably from the showers over at the stadiu by after football practice

Do not giggle like an idiot Be cool, Jules