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"Finally," says Reagan as she sits across fro my cell She doesn’t understand the term personal boundaries "A reasonable explanation, plus points to Deke for at- about you like you aren’t watching the feed I should totally accept his invitation to next week’s dance for that"
"What are people saying?" I peer over at Reagan and she purses her lips
Reagan’s small, but she’s full of personality One of those people you know is there the moment she jazz-hands her way into a rooirls at school, but she’s runway pretty
She befriended Addison and rade and, I won’t lie, my relationship with her has had its share of ups and downs Reagan is infatuated with dra from flower to flower and Addison and I are the hoan "You’re a gossip It’s a compulsion for you We’re aware, so dish what you know"
At least Reagan has the decency to fidget with her rings in guilt "I didn’t really gossip about you, Bre, as et an appropriate sahts of the student population"
She’dyou a an flashes us her brilliant sirl But I swear, I didn’t trash you"
What she’s excluding is how she didn’t defend an I’ve had to learn to acceptor not accept We’re friends, but we’ll never be close
"What are people saying?" I ask again
Reagan rests her elbows on the table and there’s a spark in her eyes as shearound is that Razor tried to hit on you and Kyle caot scared Razor was pissed Kyle interfered, so he threw hi if Kyle started that rumor because it makes him less assholey than normal"
She drenches a fry in ketchup "Everyone thinks Kyle is all heroic for saving our poor, defenseless, quiet Breanna Miller from the clutches of the Terror"
Kyle is a psychopath "No one thinks I’an chokes on the fry and pounds her chest as if she can’t breathe I glance over at Addison and she rolls her eyes As I said, Reagan’s dramatic
I release a relieved breath, but tension still cra? In theory, if I write Kyle’s papers, then I won’t be branded with a big scarlet letter for life, but it kills a part of ht side of the whole debacle is that your nuh the roof," says Reagan "Everyone wants to see your response"
If it weren’t for the fact that being on Bragger and following Kyle’s account is the only way I feel secure he hasn’t posted the picture, I’d delete htan share a long look and I consider crawling under the table to die
"A nonresponse is still a response," says Addison "Ita cute picture of a kitten should do the job" Reagan dips another fry into the ketchup, then points it at irls in school will share it I’ll find one and send it to you via email next period If you don’t post it immediately, I’ll steal your cell on the way horeat public relations savior
"So" Addison cuts the haer in half and takes a bite "What really happened in the bathrooet you were in a boys’ bathroom I have to say, Bre, I had no idea sofros and I hop toAddison’s right and that the ruet "See you"
I squeeze into the crowded hallway and, like a salainst the current of bodies to reach the stairs There’s three floors, and the higher up I go, the less populated it beco my insides when I arrive at the desolate third floor Kyle leans against the lockers like he aiting for me He jerks his head to a hallway off to the side that has a clearly n
I scan the hallway No other students No other teachers Only two roo systeulate the temperature in more than two classrooms
I follow Kyle but stay near the corner in case I need to run I could have turned and gone the opposite direction, but it doesn’t matter if I run He’ll find me, and I can’t deny he holds all the power
Kyle acts like he’s nor on end informs me he’s co us compared to the echoes of noise fro soul has visited here for centuries People have told ghost stories surrounding the third floor--a girl who killed herself a few years back, a boy who snapped the neck of another fifty years ago, the forever fables of homeless students who squat here because there’s nowhere else to go