then drops the bomb?—
“He agreed to meet me at the park bench.”
I freeze.
I’ve been standing here, but I still freeze.
I’m not moving more than I was not moving before.
Then a laugh sputters out of me.
I’m watching her, expecting her to laugh too.
…Any second now.
Except she doesn’t.
My laugh fades.
My face goes one hundred percent deadpan.
“You outta your goddamn mind?!”
She sniffs, dabbing at her face.
“I texted Drake.
“I asked him to meet me. So we could talk.
“And he said yes.”
I don’twantto slap her.
But I feel like this is the part where I’m legally required to.
Nothing brutal.
Just one good slap to re-boot her brain.
“Yeah, genius move. Real fuckin’ smart. No, really.” I can’t even fake a smile. “You just made itunbelievablyeasy for him to hurt you again.”
She slumps, shoulders sagging,
eyes full of false hope.
“Allie,” she whispers,
my name cracking.
“I need your help.”
Fuck.
I'm her ride-or-die.
But we both lack common sense around dick,
so yeah—die.
