Lauren had both hands on Jenny’s cheeks, squishing them with glee the moment she brought up gaining weight again.
“Bruh, you ballooned again? Let’s hit the gym later, fatass!”
She laughed, thoroughly entertained by how Jenny’s cheeks molded in her palms and how her face twisted between shame and irritation
“Stop it! Ugh… fine, maybe tomorrow…”
Jenny slapped her hands away, glaring as she fixed her hair.
Off to the side, Francine raised a hand, eyes wide.
“M-Merde… I really gotta go—”
And just like that, she turned and power-walked off without another word. Jenny blinked after her, then suddenly clutched her stomach.
“Oh no… not me too.”
She shoved her boba into Lauren’s hands.
“Hold this—don’t drink it, I swear! I need to pee. Badly.”
Jenny bolted, trailing after Francine, leaving Lauren behind on the 3rd floor balcony.
Leaning lazily against the railing, Lauren sipped from the straw with a smug smile.
“She really thought I wouldn’t…”
