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Because she was also not going to let him see her cry.
Oh please 🙄
“Dance. Thing. At the Great House. Everyone. Over there. So come on.”
Gold star for trying to communicate, writer boi
friends, get up, and come with me now. And you should take that seriously, because you are kind of losing friends all over the place.”
Yeah no shit. Kind of comes with the territory of being self-absorbed
“How would I know? Do I look like I go to a lot of dances?”
Snap
“You look good to me. Not that I’m saying you look good. I’m saying come on before I lose the nerve to go to this.”
Good job Nate
Stevie looked at David, but he had already turned and made his way back to the wall. She ignored the ache this caused.
Clues before dudes, bitch
Be a normal girl.
You can have fun and be friends with people AND solve crimes. You just gotta stop dumping people all the damn time and not focus on this gross miracle whip romance Maureen Johnson is forcing into your narrative.
She swore under her breath in a continuous stream.
Thats my girl
Could she have kissed a killer?
No. That's too damn obvious. I swear to christ if he ends up being the killer im calling the police
Germaine Batt followed them for a bit. She said nothing, but was always just a few footsteps behind. Stevie could practically feel her listening for hints as to what was going on.
Fuckin creep
“You guys are being really quiet,” Janelle said. “Just feeling all excited,” Nate said stiffly. “From dancing.” “Have either of you ever been to a dance before?” “Nope,” they answered in unison.
Let Janelle in on this you assholes. She has proven to be a good friend while you both are pretty shit.
Still, no moose.
Priorities
In the morning light, his face looked gentle. There was something a little—angelic about David. His large eyes and the light curl to his hair.
NOW IS NOT THE TIME STEVIE. EYES ON THE DAMN PRIZE
The silence was long. Then David picked up her hand and, with one finger, he traced a small circle in her palm. Stevie was almost staggered by the flood of feeling. Could you kiss in the cool light of morning, when everything was visible? On the bed of your vanished classmate? Who probably killed someone?
NOT. NOW. STEVIE.
There was something thrumming now.
You found her vibrater, leave it
Edward King was making his way across the grass in their general direction.
I don't like this. Good on you for claiming your dad is dead
