A hour later, and Z was confessing what had happened to Ace by writing on a piece of paper. Nothing too in detail, but enough for Ace to understand the sh*t show. "Oh no, Zennie," he breathed out, looking at her with disbelief. "This is bad. Like, really bad." He was honestly at a lose for words. He had an idea of what Tim may be feeling, but he knew for sure Senna was [i]p*ssed[/i]. 
Z was sitting on the couch of his apartment with Ace standing in front of her. She had her head in her hands and her eyes shut. She had the tightness of guilt and regret weighing her chest down.