He's rambling again.
"Shut the fuck up, Trent. No one cares."
Trent stops midway through his sentence and then shakes his head. "Lace-"
"Lacey, don't talk to Trent that way. It's rude."
Holly.
A few broken tiles, one or two pieces of graffiti here and there. But a light at the end, none the less.
"Holly, stay out of this."
Trent glares up at me. I'm taller than him by 2 inches, and I can tell he's deeply frustrated about it. Especially now.
He lets out a huff and then slinks away into his nerd cave. Holly pulls on my sleeve.
"Lacey, that wasn't nice."
"What are you, five?" I sneer. I immediately regret it.
A skid mark. Holly, I'm sorry.
A door slams. Holly's.
I'm sorry.
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Three's A Crowd
Humor"Twins are hard, Mary." "Try triplets on for size, bitch. I don't need your shit right now." "Mary! Don't swear, you're in a Happy Mothers meeting." "Go fuck a tree, Linda. This shit hurts like hell."
