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his name isJamison.
And you’re right
what Juniper and I do
is none of your concern.
Just stay out of my life, Jamison.
You don’t know everything about me.
Then Lyric grabs my hand
and bulldozes us away
through the mess of gyrating bodies
past the ticket table
and out into
the dimly lit hallways of Lansing High.
Lyric has been
relaxed
and unguarded all night.
But now
she’s got the same
stancethe same
closed-offfury
in her facethat she had
at the ice-skating rink.
She lets go of my hand
finally
and then to my horror
stomps over to a nearby locker
and punches ithard.
Hey, hey! Stop!
I yell.
You’re going to hurt yourself.
Good.
