“Somehow Bitch Ghost got a whole lot of fucking juice.” I spotted my Blazer as I passed the library. “I can’t get past her to get to art class without her jumping me.” “Get your ass home now,” Rory ordered. I reached my truck and opened the door. “Already headed there.” I climbed in, my hands still shaking, my stomach in a knot of fear. I didn’t want to get jumped; I didn’t want to die. “I don’t know how to deal with her, Rory,” I admitted, shutting my door. I sat in my truck and was terrified for my life. “Go home, do some research. Look for a way to...deal with the problem.” The way he
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