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“Huh” She laughs lightly “Which one? The bar or the shitty temp job?”

Irritation burns inside me “Why do you care?”

She shrugs “I don’t I’ what kind of career you expect to ever have with a resume that lists

a diploma fro beers for frat boys and filing papers”

My teeth grind together Truthfully, she’s not saying anything I haven’t thought of before on my own, but I don’t want to hear this shit froenuine curiosity She’s asking because she wants to get a rise out of er

“I dunno, Nat” I stop with one foot on the base of the short stairs, turning to face her “Maybe I’ll get a job banging your mom”

It’s a stupid fucking joke Neither of us knoho our moms even are, which is hoe both ended up in the foster systeh that I don’t even care about the quality of et her out of o inside and relax

Her lip curls in annoyance and disgust as she sucks in a scandalized breath I turn to head up the stairs, but as I lift my back foot, Natalie reaches out with hers and hooksme off balance

My single hand is already full, and I can’t catch o doardly on the stairs, the blazer slipping off runt

The fall didn’t even hurt that bad, but row hot I look back over lint in her green eyes

“Ouch Are you okay, Ayla?” I could almost believe the false concern in her voice if she hadn’t been the one to trip erous Especially for the disabled”

All right That’s e-fucking-nough

I press away fro htens on the smooth forearm of my prosthesis When Natalie steps forward to walk aroundthe silicone arainst the left side of her face—hard—and she stu out a yelp of pain and shock

By the tiains her equilibriuht and tall, rip