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Chapter Twenty-Two
“What? No way!”
“You’re crazy.”
“That’s a good idea.”
My head snapped up to Brent on his comment, my eyes immediately turning into slits. “What do you mean it’s a ‘good idea’?”
“I meant that it’s a good idea?” Brent questioned sarcastically, the corners of his mouth turning up into a smirk.
“How is killing each other a good idea, Brent?”
“Well because-“
“Because of his dream,” Andrea interjected, earning a glare from Brent. “He said that you two have to give each other something. What more than your lives?”
“Wow. I must be the only sane one here!” I declared, throwing my hands up in the air in frustration.
“You’re forgetting me!” Meg exclaimed, raising her hand.
“Including you,” I snapped, and she returned with a pout.
“Besides,” Brent began, “what else can we give each other?”
My mouth opened to respond, but I quickly snapped it shut while I thought. What could we give each other? Love? Done. Kissing? Done. I’m thinking too close minded. “Maybe…” I trailed off, blushing beet red.
Scowling, Brent turned his face from me. “No.”
“Well, what else!”
“Something. Not that. Remember what I said.”
“So you don’t love me?” I inquired lightly, but inside my heart was stirring.
“No, it’s not that… it’s just…”
“It’s just what, Brent?” I asked, and I heard my voice shaking.
“Am I the only one that doesn’t understand what they are saying?” Meg whispered to Andrea, to which she returned with a shrug.
“Brent doesn’t want to have sex with me,” I said, crossing my arms and jutting my leg out in a defensive manner.
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The Day
Mystery / ThrillerIt's Hailee Windor's 18th birthday. Part of a shooting, she dies on the evening of one of the biggest days of her life thus far. What she doesn't know when she wishes for one more chance to tell her best friend, Brent, that she loves him, is that sh...
