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sees them come out together?
I turn back to her. So what? She should find out what goddamn sleazes
those people are whose opinions she cares so much about. She should find
out exactly what a bad investment that was. She has this coming.
But, for some reason, I don’t want her to confront that. Not unprepared.
If she sees her prom date and best friend together, no one will take her side
when the fallout happens.
No one will probably be surprised by Lyla’s behavior, and Trey will be
the man.
Ryen will just be the stupid girl who was duped.
And I’m not sure why I care.
“Come on,” I say, “It’s dark out. I’ll walk you out.”
“Piss off.”
She pulls on some shorts, tying the little string, and then slaps on a
baseball cap, not even sparing me a glance.
“There’s someone breaking into the school at night,” I point out, my
voice turning angry. “You shouldn’t be here alone.”’
She laughs, leaning down to zip up her bag. “Yeah, maybe it’s you, and
you just want me out of here so you can get going on writing stupid crap on
the walls.”
I hesitate.
Okay, yeah, I’ve broken into the school a couple of times. She’s right
about that. But I’m not the one breaking in and vandalizing the place. That
is definitely not me.
I didn’t risk coming here to get caught doing stupid shit.
She straightens and turns to fix me with a look. “You called me a cunt
and cut my hair. You think I’d actually trust you to protect me? Don’t blink
too hard, Shit-for-Brains. You might lose your last few brain cells.”