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Nikki wakes up in her own bed with an immediate feeling of deep confusion. The last thing she could remember was… what was the last thing she could remember? She was in bed, but didn’t remember falling asleep. She sits up, looking down at her outfit. She definitely didn’t choose this
“Coco, why am I wearing my old clothes? I have a whole closet full of awesome stuff I’ve bought since moving here.”
>I like the old ones better
Nikki sighs as Coco’s response rings in her head. “How long were you in control?”
>Not long enough. Now check your phone, I’ve been busy.
Nikki pulls the phone out, first noticing a number of texts from someone called Javi. “Who is this guy, Coco?”
>He’s not important. He’s just some guy I asked to drive me around because I had a hard time not crashing your stupid lambo
“You drove my car?” Nikki gasps. “And you let some random guy drive it too? What the hell!” Another thought crosses Nikki’s mind. “Did you - did you sleep with this guy? Without me having any say in the matter?”
>Of course I didn’t sleep with him, you simpleton. I am Coco the pure and virginal!
“Not as long as you’re in my body you’re not,” Nikki scoffs.
A sharp pain cuts through Nikki’s head as Coco angrily screeches at her.
>Just check your phone! Tweetstagram!
Nikki clutches her face instinctively as the pain pounds in her head. “Fine…” She unlocks the phone and opens her Tweetstagram page, only to find herself bombarded with mentions. Coco starts laughing as Nikki reads them, post after post about how she maimed some girl in a Pizza Princess outlet
