“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

interested in catching up

wrist, seeking clarity. “So,

seemed that he

free, Bettie said, “Isn’t that

walked off briskly, giving him no

steps were unsteady,

on her behind his glasses, lost in

days when she cornered him in a hallway and

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