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Sabrina finally looked up. Her eyes were calm, but her jaw was tight. “Bold assumption.”

“The one about you.”

Chappell laughed—that sharp, unapologetic sound that used to make Sabrina’s chest ache. Now it just made her tired. “Come on, Babe. ‘You can pretend all you want, but I felt you shiver when I said your name.’ Sound familiar?”

That was the problem. Sabrina never asked her to leave. Not the first time, not the fifth, not the tenth. She just kept pretending that Chappell’s hands on her skin didn’t feel like coming home. She kept telling herself it was just a phase, just a fling, just something she’d grow out of. Sabrina Carpenter Good Luck- Babe- -Chappell...

“I want you to stop saying ‘good luck.’” Chappell reached out, brushing a strand of hair from Sabrina’s face. “I want you to admit that luck has nothing to do with it. You’re just scared.”

Sabrina closed her eyes. For a second, she let herself feel it—the want, the grief, the stupid, stubborn love she’d been choking down for months. Then she opened her eyes and stepped back.

Sabrina stood up slowly, brushing dust off her jeans. “You don’t get to write songs about me and then show up here like nothing happened.” Sabrina finally looked up

“I’m not acting like nothing happened.” Chappell stepped closer. “I’m acting like you’re still lying to yourself.”

But here they were. Again.

The air between them tightened. Sabrina crossed her arms—not defensive, exactly. More like she was holding herself together. “I’m not the one who left.” Now it just made her tired

“No,” Chappell agreed, voice dropping. “You’re the one who kept saying good luck, babe like a curse. Like I was the one who’d end up alone.”

“You should go.”

Chappell tilted her head. “You haven’t asked me to leave yet.”