IT'S WIP O'CLOCK
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“I thought you’d be different,” Annalise said, breaking the silence. Jean glanced over at her. She even looked slightly disappointed.
Jean bit back a retort to simply ask, “how?”
“Scarier. Creepier.” Annalise shrugged.
“Sorry to disappoint.” Now the attitude did come through. Jean prepared himself for a barrage of questions regarding whatever the latest rumor about him was.
“Join the club,” Annalise said with the wave of her hand, bracelets jingling.
“I was...scarier. But the Trojan’s helped me,” Jean said, for some reason he didn’t know. It wasn’t his business to meddle in Jeremy’s family life and there was no reason to defend himself to a stranger.
“Right. You joined the Trojans and they fixed you up good as new. Boring! I’ve heard that story before. Tell a different one.”
“There isn’t a different one,” Jean said.
“What were you addicted to? Oh, even better. Who’d you kill?” Annalise antagonized.
Jean had struck a nerve, but he was unbeknownst to when. Still, it was easy to let her words roll off him without harm when he knew the cause of her pain had nothing to do with him.
“Jeremy's past is far from the worst one on the team, if that is what you’re asking.”
Jean turned to face her when he said it, so she’d get the message
“Of course, he told you. Can’t talk about the miraculous recovery without the sob story first,” Annalise said, crossing her arms.
“He is not the worst,” Jean reiterated. Far from it.
“Well, spare me the details."
“A moment ago, you wanted me to be scarier,” Jean said, feeling somewhat inspired.
“That was before I remembered I actually don’t care,” Annalise shot back.
“Do you care that I’m on the team because of your family’s image or because you’re looking after Jeremy?” Jean asked. He was on a roll, now. He was starting to understand why Cat liked talking so much. If he always sounded this smart, Jean might indulge more often.
“Oh, that’s a good one,” Annalise laughed harshly. “I stopped caring what Jeremy did after I caught him doing a line of coke off a locker room bench.”
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a sneak peak into chapter 10 :)
read here: All the cookie wrappers, and the empty cups of tea
