Page 110 of Jolt's Vengeance

"Exactly," Sienna agrees, picking up her brush again. "It just made me realize how superficial it all was, you know? I mean, we were supposed to be sisters, but they couldn't even be bothered to check if we were okay."

I don’t know why, but I’m not overly surprised. "I get it. It's like... we were trying so hard to fit in, we didn't stop to think if it was worth it."

I shake my head and laugh, the sound tinged with a hint of bitterness. "Maybe we shouldn't have been in a sorority in the first place, but I'm glad I got to experience it with you."

The words come out softer than I intended.

Sienna's brush pauses mid-stroke, and she turns to me with a warm smile. "You know what? The best thing that came out of that whole mess was our friendship."

Her words hit me right in the chest, and I feel a rush of affection for this girl who's become like a sister to me. "Aye, you're not wrong there," I agree, my emerald eyes meeting hers.

We fall into silence, the rhythmic swish of our brushes against the wall filling the air.

The periwinkle blue paint transforms the room, making it feel lighter, airier.

"You know," I muse, dipping my brush into the paint tray, "I never thought I'd be spending New Year's Eve working like this."

Sienna snorts. "What, you mean you didn't envision ringing in the new year covered in paint on a clubhouse trailer park?"

I laugh, the sound echoing off the freshly painted walls. "Och, of course I did. It was my lifelong dream, don't you know?"

As we continue to work, I can't help but reflect on how much has changed in such a short time.

From Montana to Vegas, from sorority girl to... whatever I am now.

Jolt's girl?

A biker chick?

I'm not sure I have a label for it yet.

"Hey, Sienna?" I say, breaking the silence.

"Yeah?"

"I'm glad we're here. Together."

The words feel inadequate, but I hope she understands what I'm trying to say.

Sienna’s honestly turned into my best damn friend.

She nods, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Me too, Aggie. Me too."

We turn back to our work, the room slowly transforming around us.

As I paint, I can't help but wonder what other changes this new year will bring.

With Jolt in my life, I have a feeling it's going to be one hell of a ride.

Suddenly, the door flies open with a bang, causing me to jump and nearly topple off the stepladder.

My heart hammers in my chest as I whirl around, paintbrush raised like a weapon.

"Where's the fire?" I demand.

Doc stands in the doorway, eyes intense and urgent.

His athletic frame fills the entrance, and I can see the tension in his shoulders.

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