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Elizabeth was kissing his cheek and the boy was smiling up at the camera. The boy Elizabeth was likely dating, the one reflected in her glasses, the one holding the camera in all the pictures, the boy Sade had seen today who’d told her he didn’t know Elizabeth. August Owens.
B: Elizabeth’s great-aunt Julie died two years ago
That the email probably came from inside the school—” “Which means that whoever sent it goes here,” Sade finished.
In that short time, she had somehow gotten something she never thought would be possible for someone like herself. Friends.
Persephone silently stared at her, her lips slowly tugging upward into a smile. Sade liked it when she smiled.
“I could take him.” “What?” Sade said. “In a duel for your affection, I could take him.”
Lmfaoo
“Deal?” he asked, holding out his hand. “Deal,” she said, choosing not to shake it.
God i love sade
Every day she spent with him, she realized more and more that her new friend was the strangest person she’d ever had the pleasure of meeting.
“Hi,” she said. “You look … beautiful,” he said, staring at her, taking her in slowly. She was aware of this fact. It was something people didn’t like girls to admit to knowing, but she had always been aware that she was beautiful. A lot of people were. Beautiful, that is. And a lot of beautiful people had rotten souls. Her mother had warned her of this.
“I didn’t take you there, because I think you’re different … worthy of more than just Paris.” Sade took a minute to consider his words. “You know, you essentially told me I’m not like other girls, which is not the compliment guys think it is. Makes me think you are playing games actually.”
Different my ass, she thought. It was clear he brought other girls here too. Baz was right about Jude’s playboy tendencies. And since she was on to him, she could play with him too.
Live laugh sade
It would make her life easier, but then that would require her to be an organized human being.
S: You’re getting rather good at this stalking thing, she messaged. Her phone buzzed immediately. J: I take it you’re charmed by my efforts?
She had just about had it with boys who thought they could do whatever they liked because they knew how to charm and gaslight.
Whenever she’d watch a movie or read a book where a boy would make a huge declaration of love like that, she never found it romantic. The opposite, she found it disturbing. Almost like the girl was cornered, forced to go along with the master’s puppet show in order to not upset him.
Sade wondered how people like this even existed.
But Elizabeth foolishly believed that August thought of her as highly as she’d always seen him. Foolish, indeed. That was the problem with love. It created blind spots in your mind. Bloodred flags were blocked out by high levels of dopamine and the trick of a gentlemanly smile.
Like why the person who claimed to like her didn’t want to be seen with her.
I will talk to Mr. Ripley, ensure he knows not to be so silly again.”
SILLY?
But Elizabeth now knew that wasn’t healthy. Another Owens who kept Elizabeth a secret. And she was fed up being a secret.
How could it be that her forum friend, PBJam08, was here, right here in front of her?
Holy fucking plot twist
“Who did they get?” Sade interrupted, realizing that he still hadn’t told her. “April,” he said. “She confessed.”
Omg-
“I know that Francis killed Jude,” Sade replied simply.
She thought about her friends, Persephone, Basil, and Elizabeth, and how in just a few short weeks she went from being lonely and filled with so much anger and guilt to having people she cared about and who cared about her too. Who didn’t care that she was flawed and who made her feel like she deserved to exist in this world.
Sade knew that sometimes justice looked like this: It wasn’t fair, and it wasn’t just. But it was something. A start.
