“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.

feeling helpless crossed Lance’s eyes. He moved closer

not interested in catching up

her wrist, seeking clarity. “So, I’m just leftovers to

he

wrist free, Bettie said, “Isn’t that

walked off briskly, giving him

unsteady, making her

still, his gaze fixed intently on her behind

school days when she cornered him in a

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