“I’LL go with you,” Sabrina said.

“No need, I’ve got it,” Bettie responded, letting out a hiccup, and staggered off to the restroom.

Lance, facing away from the bathroom door, was gazing out the window.

The sound of footsteps made him turn. The Light reflecting off his glasses momentarily blinded. “Bettie.”

“Enjoying the aroma here, are we?” Bettie mocked.

She had always been mean.

He moved closer and remarked, “I was waiting

catching up with

clarity. “So, I’m just leftovers

that he

wrist free, Bettie

walked off briskly, giving him no chance

steps were unsteady, making her wobble

still, his gaze fixed intently on her behind his glasses, lost in

mind drifted back to their high school days when she cornered him in a hallway and confessed, “Lance,

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