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𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚-𝒇𝒊𝒗𝒆 | 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝔂'𝓼 𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻
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𝘏𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘚𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴
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"CHARLES? LOTTIE, COME ON, CAN you open up? Please?" Charlotte groans in frustration and brings the duvet over her head as she tries her best to ignore Stiles' incessant pleading. The boy knocks for the eleventh time. "I know you're in there," he calls out. "Lydia let me in."
"If I was talking to you, I'd say fuck off!"
"Look, I've been counting, and I've said I'm sorry over one-hundred and twenty-seven times. What do you want me to do?"
"If I was talking to you, I'd say that saying sorry doesn't mean shit! But I'm not talking to you."
Finally, he falls silent. But after a few minutes, Charlotte can hear him mutter inaudible things to himself on the other side of the door, then sigh to himself. "What if I told you another body was found?" Stiles says, his tone of voice considerably duller. "... Two bodies." Her eyes widen in horror and she yanks the covers off her body as she stares at the door. "One of them was Heather."
