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@halleyivy
can’t believe they’re all dead 😩
i am abby. not caroline. who is caroline. she is not me, abby. m y name i abby
Hi, this is Halley’s dad. She’s dead. RIP Halley I hope you live in heaven forever. Atticus is nothing without you.
RIP to all of the lost souls, including, but not limited to:
Wren
Wes
Jason
Jaren
Connor
I miss you so much Connor :( You’re in the arms of angels now.
“I’m allowed to have a plus one when I ride in the hearse to Jaren’s funeral. Who wants to join?”
“I hate this. Why did I have to let Connor go? I broke up with him once and now he’s dead. I miss my ex so much.”
“Will you help me put up missing posters for Wren?” Halley asked, picking up a pile of papers from the copy machine. “She’s been missing and it’s just really hard to go on without her.”
“I’m offended you would even ask a question like that.” False drama littered her tone but didn’t reflect in her face as she took the offered drink. Instead of simply throwing the alcohol down her throat, as the other girl had, Melissa took a sip of it and smiled.
“You’re in college, Melissa. Let’s go to a real club, you can come back to a stiff bar when you’re old and married.” Halley, seeing that the martini in the blonde’s hand wasn’t going to be finished anytime soon, grabbed the glass back and chugged it down.
“Thanks a lot, asshole,” Halley groaned sarcastically, attempting to rub her shirt dry. “I smell like cheap fruit vodka.”
“You did realize this is an upscale cocktail bar, didn’t you? As in, at least business casual?” Words fell haughty from her lips as cool eyes surveyed the other, a pale brow twitching upwards at their appearance, the picture of mildly condescending amusement.
“Come on, rich girl,” Halley said, carrying two full martini glasses. “Ever heard of having some fun?” She downed the first drink easily before offering the other to Melissa.
“-Yeah, yeah no, I am not eating that.” Wyatt muttered, head shaking and holding his hands up, “That smells like ass.”
“Don’t act like you don’t eat that,” said Halley, smirking at the reference. “Seriously, though, I can’t believe you’ve never had sushi.”
“Office hours ended two hours ago, but considering I’m still here and you’re here, what do you need?”
Halley lingered in the door way, bag hanging from her shoulder. “It’s about the short story assignment,” she said confidently. “You never explained the content limits.” She sat down on the top of the desk in the front row and crossed her legs. “Say, murder, would that be okay? What about blackmail?”
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