The Boy Who Died
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p. Someone wants me really, truly dead. I crack open an eye-fuck, it's so goddamn bright-and make out hazy, familiar shapes. That dark brownish lump could be my desk. The
acon! My stomach rumbles. I grumble back at it. We'll be
st night's drinks don't make a reappearance. Thank god for that. I'm still wearing Heather's dress. Achingly, eyes half-closed,
thes-I brought a purse, but Heather's dress did have pockets. Still nothing. If I left my phone at a frat house, I'm going to l
and Everett in the kitchen. They start to say
scare off some of the dead-person taste in there, I fee
sports bra that struggles to cover all of her chest and what looks
the morning sludge-pile his shockingly muscular
hat smell
some kind of hash in a second
t the breakfast bar. "Is anybody willing
king enough for three, and I was gonna com
pping counter, then put my aching head on
her forehead. Normally, their PDA grosses me out, but aside from the new, pai
," she says. "Any idea
s pan into hers. "I think I sa
es click bac
My voice rasps out of my throat. "If
es then shuts off the heat and divvies the f
ey basically share one cushion of the couch, leaving me free to spread o
I say through
ugh in
hey guy," H
." I smile between bites
sapient life form at a fr
her, but that would take so much en
blush as I poke at my food.
squeal, but that's honestly much preferred at this tim
didn't do anything. I
boos.
looked like?" Everett a
ts, his warmth. Absolutely nothing identifiable. "
n one summer and played it ceaselessly. I wasn't kidding when I said I had way bigger fan communities
r frat-house missed con
ly, I'm glad to see you coming out of your sh
lost my phone. Can you hel
nd soon, we're all on our hands and knees, tr
tch I brought to the party triumphantly. "I
de. Plus antacids, pain relievers, and a bunch of other things I probably should've taken last night. I ignore t
irlfriend. I broke up with her on the ph
I shove my ph
jokes?"
date!" She
ing else. I was right to be