In the afternoon, thankfully, you're free to spend time with people you actually want to be around.
So who do you want to hang out with?
It takes several rounds of texting for you to get a response from Carla, but you finally do. She even agrees to meet you up at Witches' Bay, where you—and most people from Kingsport High—went for makeout sessions.
Carla is leaning against her car when you get there, arms crossed and face glowering. It's cool enough that she's wearing her leather jacket, and the breeze off the ocean ruffles her dark curls. She doesn't even wave when you get out of your car; she just jerks her head in a short nod. "Okay. I'm here. If you've got something to say, say it."
You do have something to say. Time to say it.
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