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"You can at least try and pretend you're having a good time," Eden spoke candidly, her face pulling into a slightly annoyed scowl. She was currently in the process of devouring an entire milkshake along with three burgers, a whole basket of bread, some fish sticks, a large salad, and two baskets of French fries. I was conclusively amazed while also being vividly repulsed—I couldn't sit anything down knowing I was inches away from escape.
But Eden was stalling time like it was the entire marathon runtime of the Harry Potter movies. Eden had decided to put me into a 'cognito' outfit seeing how I was apparently missing, no duh, which was just a hoodie and a cap. I didn't look suspicious at all.
Of course, to my chagrin, anytime I managed to find an out, or an opportunity to make it an out, Eden would somehow stop me even if she didn't realize what I was doing.
So now we were at Bill's restaurant, unbeknownst to everyone else dining and thankfully miles away from Dodge, or so I hoped.
Honestly, it seemed like Eden was doing this all on purpose. Whether to get a rise out of Dodge, or simply to spend time because I can only imagine why no one would want to hang out with her.
Eden will always be a raging bitch, dead or alive.
I recoiled at the sight of her chugging the milkshake while sticking as many fries into her mouth as possible, "How can you eat like that?"
She stared at me impulsively, her eyes cunningly narrowed. "I'm hungry. Literally all the time. Unless you'd like for me to dine on you, then I suggest you shut up. Besides, this is like a girl's dream—I can't gain weight."
"How?" I was trying to distract her, obviously, but to say I wasn't the least curious was an understatement.
She scoffed like that was the most obvious thing ever, "I'm dead, duh bitch."
"Oh," makes sense.
"Okay, here's a thought, why do you put up with Dodge's bullshit if you don't actually like him?" I decided to target her touchy emotions because dead or not, Eden was a drama queen. And like any drama queen, stroke their ego a little bit and gain a little leverage, and you have a dramatic meltdown.
Eden paused, her eyes roving the question inside out before she shrugged, "Call it loyalty or some shit. I don't know. Honestly, I would rather gauge my eyes with bleach then work for Dodge but I don't exactly have a choice."
"How come?" I gaged, my eyes briefly glancing at the bathroom doors and knowing full well there was a window in them.
She scowled, seemingly offended, "It's survival of the fittest, obviously. I don't have a choice. He's stronger then me and can't die. I, however, can."
This surprised me. "You can die?"
"Duh, I'm not invincible because I'm not an echo. Echos are—" she stopped, realizing she may be telling too much. And then her eyes narrowed in on my nail beds. "Okay, you seriously need to fix those nails. They look terrible."
