She threw an arm around his shoulders and said, “You’re with me, it looks like.”
Lauren, of course, made a grand show of it. She thought coldly. Kassie called out loudly. He looked like he’d stepped out of a different decade. She sat dressed in only a black bra and panties, Sommer started the show. Without a word, she marched over, seized his wrist, and pulled him into the house with the same kind of purpose one might use to retrieve a forgotten umbrella. Another had a “Math is Life” hoodie. As they pulled into the driveway, the house loomed ahead, a bastion of secrets and tension. “I’m throwing a party this weekend. “How could you do this to us?!” Amanda’s voice was filled with rage. “How was your workout?” she asked, her voice light, friendly, and cheerful. He blinked at her, stunned, as she tilted her head and whispered, “You’re coming with me, and don’t you dare make it weird.”
Marissa strutted over to Felix Gruber, the boy who wore suspenders unironically and smelled faintly of library dust. Let me resurrect it,” she said, pulling him along like a fairytale princess with a pet NPC.
