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"you're so vain, you probably think this song is about you"
Katarina Henderson knows many things, but there's something she just can't figure out...what Nancy Wheeler sees in Steve Harrington
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇
two teens hate ea...
"it is strange, sure is strange" -season of the witch, donovan
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˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ The three kids tried to inconspicuously walk into the Wheeler house after their trip to RadioShack.
Of course, Nancy's mom was in the kitchen and had a clear view of the front door and when three people walked in instead of one, she was understandably confused. "Kat?" she called, catching a glimpse of the brunette girl trying to scurry away.
She backed up, a fake smile on her face. "Mrs. Wheeler! Hey!"
"What a pleasant surprise!"
"Uh, we have a test tomorrow," Jonathan finally says, giving them an opportunity to leave.
A few awkward remarks later, and the three are finally heading up the stairs into Nancy's room.
Nancy pulled the new phone out of the paper bag and plugged it into the wall.
The plan was that Nancy would call Mrs. Holland, knowing that the lab would be listening. They'll lead them to the park and tempt them enough to get inside the lab. Then, once they get incriminating evidence, they'll go to Murray Bauman, in hopes he can get the true story out. Easy, right?
"Okay, are you sure about this," Kat asked, pacing back and forth.
"No," Nancy responded, dialing the number anyways. It was only a few moments before Nancy started to speak again. "Mrs. Holland. Hi, it's, uh, it's Nancy. I...I need to tell you something. Something about Barb. About that night. I, uh...I haven't been honest with you. But I can't tell you here on the phone. Meet me tomorrow, Forrest Hills Park, nine a.m. Don't tell anyone. And don't call me back here. It's dangerous. I need you to trust me. Please." Then she hung up.
Kat stopped pacing. She rubbed her eyes. "This better work."
