Before I could stop myself, I punched his arm. โCareful,โ he said in a low voice. โThey might think weโre flirting.
Becca FitzpatrickWalk out,โ he repeated. โWe need to talk.โ โAbout how you need to sacrifice me to get a human body?โ I asked, my tone light, my insides feeling leaden. โThat might be cute if you thought it was true.
Becca FitzpatrickChase him down and stall for time. I need two more minutes. โ โChase him down? How? The Neon has a flat.โ โWith your own two feet!โ โYou mean exercise?
Becca FitzpatrickMy history is long, and not much of it is good. I can't erase it, but I'm determined not to make another mistake. Not when the stakes are high, not when it comes to you.
Becca FitzpatrickAnthony raised his red plastic cup to me and shouted something, but it was too hard to hear over the music. โWhat?โ I called back. โYou look great!โ A goofy smile was plastered on his face. โOh boy,โ Vee said. โNot just a pimp, but a smashed pimp.โ โSo maybe heโs a little drunk.โ โDrunk and hoping to corner you alone in a bedroom upstairs.โ Ugh.
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