Ava: After killing Justice
Then he leaves, walking into the long hallway and disappearing into the kitchen on his left. I rub at my arms, feeling unmoored for the very first time like a baby deer, not sure what to do with its limbs. I don’t even hear the compliment about my cute heels until a duo of girls passes by me.
“Well, consider me impressed you finally bagged him,” Terry remarks from behind me, a smattering chuckle following his statement.
I subconsciously pick at a loose thread on my shorts, feeling my heart skip with a guilty beat. “It’s not like that.”
He cocks his head to the side, taking his curls down with him. His beard looks rough and the skin underneath is red. He rubs at it now, watching me. “Could’ve fooled me.” He pushes off the raised table and moves closer. Rests lazily on the wall in front of me. “From what I’ve heard, you two were together Friday night.”
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