Chapter 3

You shake your head, taking a draw on your cigarette. “It’s not my scene. I mean, I don’t know these people.”

“I could introduce you.”

“Nah, it’s cool.” You drop your cigarette and crush it out with your heel. “I’ll come back tomorrow. Or you come by my place, now you’re out of school.”

Suddenly Miranda grabs your arm. Leaning close to your ear, she whispers, “Get me out of here. Take me with you.”

But instead you get in the car. She leans into your window as the engine turns over, and you say, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You hope she’ll step away before you peel out, the gravel falling short of her feet, the tickets still in her hand. You never doubt she’ll call.

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