Deep End

by Ali Hazelwood

“No! Luk, she is it. She’s the sandwich.” He sighs. I don’t follow—then I do. Sandwich. Sub.

Fucking stop

Because Victoria is lying on the floor. Her eyes are full of tears, and her ankle is bent at an unnatural angle.

EW! I hate that for her

I’m sure there are many reasons people like what I like, but for me—this is it. The quiet. The grind, stopped. Knowing that for a brief moment, someone else has me. No decisions, no responsibilities.

SHE LITERALLY GETS IT

Pen, though, isn’t listening. She’s pale, trembling next to Victoria, and zeroes in on me with an expression I can’t decipher, to ask, “Did you just want to be me all along?”

Excuse me??

“You have no right to this reaction. You have known about me and Scarlett for months. In fact, you pushed us together.”

GET HER ASS LUKAS