Here it comes," she said with an expression of pure bliss. "Drug rush ... any moment now ... the surge of warmth ... bye-bye, Mr. Pain..." "Vee-" "Knock, knock." "This is really important-" "Knock, knock." "It's about Elliot-" "Knock, knoooock," she said in a singsong voice. I sighed. "Who's there?" "Boo." "Boo who?" "Boo-hoo, somebody's crying, and it's not me!" She broke into hysterical laughter.
Becca FitzpatrickHang on, did you just call me Angel?โ I asked. โIf I did?โ โI donโt like it.โ He grinned. โIt stays. Angel.โ He leaned across the table, raised his hand to my face, and brushed his thumb along one corner of my mouth. I pulled away, too late.
Becca FitzpatrickWhat is it with girls?โ Elliot said, splitting a smile between us. โI swear, Iโve never known a girl who could go to the bathroom alone.โ He leaned forward and grinned conspiratorially. โLet me in on the secret. Seriously. Iโll pay you five bucks each.โ He reached for his back pocket. โTen, if I can come along and see what the big deal is.
Becca FitzpatrickHis black eyes sliced into me, and the corners of his mouth tilted up. My heart fumbled a bit and in that pause, a feeling of gloomy darkness seemed to slide like a shadow over me. It vanished in an instant but I was still staring at him. His smile wasn't friendly. It was a smile that spelled trouble. With a promise.
Becca FitzpatrickAfter a long day, my favorite way to unwind is by going running. Not exactly the most relaxing activity, granted, but I always imagine I'm sweating out all the things weighing on my mind.
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