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FORTY. ( hey, mr. rager. )
"You okay?"
Emmy looked up from the random game she was playing on her phone, glancing at Robby before looking back down at her phone. "Yeah."
Robby stared at her for a moment. She had barely spoken since the start of this impromptu road trip his dad took them on dnd he had a strong inkling why.
There was another few seconds that went by before Emmy's phone was snatched out of her hands. "Hey! What are you doing? Give it back."
"No," he simply said, putting it into his jean pocket. "Not until you tell me the truth."
"Truth about what?"
He raised his eyebrows at her.
Emmy groaned and rolled her eyes. "Oh, my God. How many times do I have to say "I'm fine" for you to believe me? I don't care about Kreese anymore. He got what was coming to him."
"Seriously? He had you wrapped around his finger for over a year and you expect me to believe that you got over it just like that?" he tilted his head at her. "I'm not an idiot, Emmy."
She bit the inside of her cheek and turned away from him.
"You're upset about it, aren't you?"
"It's bad! I know!" she immediately groaned, placing her head in her hands and leaned back in her car seat. "He is a horrible person who brainwashed me into being a mini him, but I can't stop thinking about how I don't want him in jail."
Robby sighed, leaning against the side of the car. "I really think you need to talk to someone about this. You went through a lot."
"With what money?" she raised her eyebrows. "I'm a broke teenager."
