she finds herself shifting uncomfortably at the question
of whether or not people liked her there or not. it wasn’t
that she wanted to be there or that she felt comfortable,
maybe that’s why she is lurking in the back room. joanna
beth always seemed to be the laughing stock when she
was talking to the preps or jocks of the school.
❛ where does that matter ? i-i mean, ‘m liked by
the others. y-yeah, i don’t have a problem with
anyone, i-i. ❜
her eye contact broke as features dropped to spin her
way toward the alcohol once more. she is pouring her
own glass & tipping back some to calm her nerves
before turning once more to look at the teen.
❛ ‘m sure y’friends will be missin’ you. i’d probably
go find them before someone sees y’back here. ❜
with me.
❛are y’bad at lyin’?❜
he suddenly asks, getting a feeling that she was lying just
by the way she had answered the question he asked. she
looked too nice t’be hated by anyone. but on the topic of
lying, he was being the biggest liar of all right now. he was
not here with any friends because he barely had any, but
even if he did come with friends, he’d still would’ve found
himself back her anyways.
❛’m pretty sure they don’t want t’be seen with a
psycho like me, so i left ‘em & came back here.
wasn’t expectin’ t’find someone else hidden back
here as well.❜
how was he going to do this? maybe he could sneak away,
tell her that he finally decided that he should catch up with
his so called friends in order to pick someone off. do his
deed and call it a night?
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