sitting on the steps outside school, bundled up against the cold, a gloved hand waving at me, I felt like—well, like I deserved it, really.
Like Ayala was the thing Daisy had to do to live with me. She stood up as I approached.
“You okay, Holmesy?” Daisy asked. I nodded. I couldn’t really say anything.
My throat felt tight, like I might start to cry. “What’s wrong?” she asked. “Just tired,” I said.
“Holmesy, don’t take this the wrong way, but you look like you just got off work from your job playing a ghoul at a haunted house,
and now you’re in a parking lot trying to score some meth.” “I’ll be sure not to take that the wrong way.”
She put her arm around me. “I mean, you’re still gorgeous, of course.
You can’t ungorgeous yourself, Holmesy, no matter how hard you try. I’m just saying you need some sleep. Do some self-care, you know?”
I nodded and shrugged off her embrace. “We haven’t hung out in forever just the two of us,” she said. “Maybe I can come over later?”
I wanted to tell her no, but I was thinking about how Ayala always said no to everything,
and I didn’t want to be like my fictional self. “Sure.”
Mychal and I are having a homework night, but I should have about a hundred and forty-two minutes after school
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