the bite

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✧ ˚ ━ don't wanna keep secrets, act two

•°✧ ˚ ━ don't wanna keep secrets, act two

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CHAPTER SEVEN — the bite








Steve, Robin, and I are in the back of some electric cart thing and somehow Gen let Dustin drive. "Jesus, slow down!" Steve huffs, as we're all grabbing onto the sides, trying to steady ourselves.

"Yeah, what is this, like, the Indy 500?" Robin adds.

"It's the Indy 300." Steve argues.

"No, dingus, it's 500!"

"It's 300!" I put my hands on each of their arms, causing them to both look at me.

"Let's say a million." I offer, and we all start laughing. Dustin crashes into something and then asks us if we're alright. He, Gen, and Erica round to the back of the car and open it, ordering us out. When none of us move, they all start shouting at us. We maneuver around one another and finally get out of the vehicle.

"This sucks." Steve complains and pretty soon we're all inside the elevator, only this time it's going up. Steve is standing on one of the transport things and he's pretending to surf. "Surfing! Yeah!" He starts to get cocky and pretty soon he's falling on his ass.

"Wipeout!" Robin yells, causing me to laugh. I totally want to try it.

"My turn!" I announce. Gen grabs me and stops me from getting on. "Let me try, Genesis!"

"No. You could get a concussion." She says.

"So? Concussions are awesome." I argue, laughing. A loud gasp leaves my lips, as I spin around to face Robin and Steve. "I got it! We should start a band!"

"We should totally start a band!" The pair reply and we all laugh again. Dustin goes over to Steve and starts to inspect him. Gen grabs my face and does the same. They come to the conclusion that we're all burning up.

"Her pupils are super dilated." Gen tells the younger boy.

"His too." Dustin breathes.

"Maybe they're drugged." Erica offers. I give Gen a toothy smile, walking over to the Sinclair girl and squishing her cheeks. "She's lost it." She removes my hands from her face and I stumble back, crashing into Robin.

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