❝You with me, or against me?❞
Cheyenne can't sleep, Dakota has a girl straight out of a video tape in his closet, and Alana's (probably) going to be eaten AKA just the consequences of having Freddy Krueger as a father.
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A NIGHTMARE ON ELM ST...
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" No loose ends. "
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THE STAIN ON LISA MONTGOMERY'S shirt didn't look all that imposing under the neon pink LED lights strung around Andrea Freemont's downstairs bathroom, or so Tyler Hart said, which was rich coming from him, seeing as he was the asshole that put it there.
He stood just behind her, his mouth moving a mile a minute while she scrubbed the raw fibers of her shirt with a bit of water and one of Andrea's decorative hand towels.
Yeah, it wasn't coming out anytime soon.
Men.
"I'm real sorry, man, shit," Tyler slurred as he rubbed his eyes, almost like he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Under the harsh glow of the LEDs, Lisa watched his eyes move from the stain just below her collarbone to her face, then watched him squint. "Don't I, like, know you?"
His lip quirked like her name was on the tip of his tongue. He was full of shit. Still, she indulged him.
"Yeah, we went to high school together," she replied before tossing the towel into the sink. She'd text Andrea about it later. "I sat behind you in Chem."
Tyler blinked slowly. Then, he tilted his head, much like a confused puppy when you leave the house without them for the first time. "Nah, I'd remember you. You're like... beautiful."
Men.
"Thanks, Tyler," she deadpanned before reaching into her pocket for her vape.
Tyler's head jutted to one side. "Can I get a hit?"
'Oh, fuck you,' she wanted to say. Instead, she exhaled sharply and let her lips spread into a smile. "Of course."
"Thanks, man," he murmured once the plastic hit his fingertips. "You should see mine; it's red. Got it when I went to Texas for my 18th." He swayed when he said it, like he was a little girl in a big, pretty church dress with her hands clutching a Bible instead of a vape. He made a face when the flavor invaded his senses. "Is this... Froot Loops?"
