“Hailey.” I hug her. She squeezes my shoulders so hard, it’s like she’s being pulled underwater and I’m the only thing she has to keep her afloat. “I don’t know what I’m going to do yet. But if I do leave, you can always come with me.” She pulls away, shaking her head. “I’m not sure I could do that.” I know what she’s thinking. Leaving the Eights changes everything. No more lunches. No more concerts. No more sleepovers or parties. We wouldn’t be included in Kaitlyn’s grand plans for Junior Prom, or invited to stay at the hotel in the city afterward. The rest of our high school experience would
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But it would be worth itto get rid of those toxic bitches
