“I’m sorry?” Gia tilts her head with mock confusion. “What journal?” “Bitch.” Livvy spits the word. The sound is so rich, it sounds like a slap, like palm colliding with cheek. They both recoil. “You know exactly what journal I’m talking about,” I say. Gia looks at me, the smile wiped off her face. “Go get it.” Neither of them moves. “Now!” Livvy opens the screen door. Now there’s nothing separating her from them. “Go get it,” Destany says.
PLEASEEEEEE
