Here is a revised and more imaginative version of your story with improved grammar and enhanced details:
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"How long have you been here?" Kayla asked, her voice carrying a hint of curiosity. The girl's brow furrowed as she responded, a slight frown playing on her lips.
"Not long," she answered with a yawn, covering her mouth with the back of her hand. "So, shall we?" Lexy muttered under her breath as she ignited the car, the engine purring to life.
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Meanwhile, in another part of Los Alamos, nestled within Gold's Estate, a community of fifty grey-lined houses sprawled across the terrain, each one boasting a different level of wealth. However, none could compare to the Kornels.
"Boss, the Snitch is here to see you," a young man in his early twenties, clad in all black and possessing a lean, wiry frame, announced to a man sitting behind an expensive mahogany desk. His face was neither handsome nor ugly, but his left eye was marked with a scar that extended all the way to his eyebrow.
"Bring her in," the man, known only as the boss, ordered with a casual air. He twirled his glass of red wine as he awaited her arrival.
A beautiful girl, barely eighteen, walked into the room, her black cloak trailing behind her. Even her face was hidden by a mask, concealing her identity.
"How did it go?" the boss asked, his voice low but laced with a dangerous curiosity.
"Smooth," the girl replied, her voice soft but sharp. "Though I didn't expect her to fall for it so easily. We managed to befriend her."
The man smirked, clearly pleased. "Good. Very good."
"Now find any way you can to strike," he continued, his tone suddenly hardening. The girl smiled brightly at the command, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
"My price," the girl said, a note of finality in her words.
The man chuckled darkly. "What makes you think I'd pay you? You agreed to befriend her, take Cecilia's property, and kill her. I would handle the rest. So why are you asking for a price now?"
Snitch, the girl known only as Snitch, clenched her fists in frustration. "You know I'm only doing this for the surgery of my dad, who's lying in the hospital. I told you about it when I agreed. His surgery is in two weeks. Why not pay me now? We never bargained on this before!" she spat, her voice rising with anger.
Before she could continue, the sound of a gunshot rang out within the space.
"Now listen to me," the boss said coldly, grabbing her chin roughly. Her body tensed in pain, and she groaned, struggling to pull his hand off her face.
"You live by my rules, Snitch," he growled, his grip tightening. "If you follow the plan, there won't be any problems. But if you try to act smart with me, I'll do more than just shoot you. You know I'm not called Don Santiago for nothing." He shoved her backward with such force that she almost lost her balance, her hands flying to the nearest pillar to stop herself from falling.
"Now, stick close to her. Be her best friend or whatever you teens call it. Earn her trust. And remember, don't cross me," he warned before turning to leave, leaving Snitch groaning in pain, clutching her arm as she staggered toward the door.
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At Flinix High, the school gates buzzed with activity as students rushed inside, eager to avoid being late. It was the usual chaos of the first bell, with no one chasing after them, yet the rush was palpable.
"Ahhh, I'm so damn tired," Lexy sighed dramatically, yawning and covering her mouth with the back of her hand in a futile attempt to stifle the exhaustion.
"Didn't you sleep last night?" Kayla asked, her gaze fixed curiously on Lexy.
"No," Lexy muttered, her head thudding against the steering wheel as she let out a frustrated groan. The car honked, forcing a group of students walking along the front of it to quickly move aside, throwing wary glances toward the vehicle. Kayla, visibly irritated, glared at Lexy.
Kayla stepped out of the car but didn't leave without first waking Lexy up from her half-sleeping state. Leaning against the vehicle, she waited for her to pull herself together, noting how ragged she looked, despite the crisp uniform she wore.
After checking her watch for what seemed like the sixth time, Lexy finally emerged, her hands holding a white fancy handbag that clashed slightly with the school uniform. A tiny teddy bear dangled from the corner of the bag.
"Finally," Kayla breathed out in relief. "I thought you were going to die in there."
Lexy rolled her eyes in response. "So, how do I look?" she asked, twirling around so Kayla could get a better look. With her ash-blonde hair, lemon-green eyes, and a body that could make any model envious, Lexy didn't need validation to know she was stunning.
"You're fine," Kayla replied flatly, already walking away. They were running out of time, after all.
"Just fine?" Lexy asked, her lips pouting as she hurried to catch up. She wanted more than just a basic compliment. She craved something like "ravishing," "gorgeous," or even "sexy."
"Lexy, I'm not your freaking boyfriend," Kayla snapped.
"But you're my—"
"Hey, Kayla!" A voice called out from behind, cutting their conversation short. Both girls turned to find Priyanka smiling at them.
"Do you know her?" Lexy whispered, eyeing the newcomer with suspicion.
"Hey, Priyanka!" Kayla greeted warmly, clearly happy to see her. Lexy couldn't help but roll her eyes at the overly friendly greeting.
"How have you been?" Priyanka asked, linking arms with Kayla as they continued walking, their hands held tightly together.
"I've been fine," Kayla responded with a small smile. It was true—Priyanka had been the first girl to show genuine kindness to her.
"It's been so long since I've heard from you," Priyanka continued, glancing at Lexy, who looked increasingly bored by the trivial conversation about how they'd been.
"Anyway, I brought this for you. My mom gave it to me for breakfast," Priyanka said, handing Kayla a black bag. The outside suggested it was filled with food, though Lexy silently wondered why since she hadn't mentioned being hungry.
"So, who's this?" Priyanka asked, looking at Lexy with curiosity.
"This is Lexy," Kayla said, offering a forced smile. Her eyes darted toward Lexy, silently urging her to be polite and engage with Priyanka. But Lexy, as usual, was stubborn.
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