“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.

crossed Lance’s eyes. He moved closer and remarked,

in catching up

her wrist, seeking clarity. “So, I’m

he had heard her

wrist free, Bettie said, “Isn’t that

off briskly,

steps were unsteady, making her wobble

his gaze fixed intently on her behind his glasses,

to their high school days when she cornered him in a hallway and confessed, “Lance, I’m really into you.

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