I look out at the now empty field with a smirk, but as I do, the parking lot lights kick on in the distance, and an instant frown takes over. It’s getting dark out. I’m a good five hundred miles from Oceanside, and there’s a girl that might be walking alone in the dark tonight. Fuck. I break from the giggly group, grab my phone from my pocket, and scroll to Meyer’s number, but my fingers pause there. I narrow my eyes, looking out at the people piling into their cars and heading off. She has no clue I followed her home those few nights, so what the hell am I supposed to say? Yesterday, I didn’t
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