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Elizabeth Jensen sat with Ani Achola, Justin Foley, and Clay Jensen at a table in Monet's the afternoon after Clay had gotten taken down to the police station to get asked about Bryce Walker's disappearance. "Dude, what the actual fuck? Do they really think something happened to Bryce?" Justin questioned Clay, leaning forward in his seat.
"I don't think they know." Clay responded, shaking his head. "It's possible that he's just at some hotel in Vegas, right?"
Justin sighed, rubbing his temple. "I mean, if they start looking into shit between me and Bryce, between you, me and Bryce," Justin emphasized the word you, "like that night at his house last spring." Justin was referring to a night when Clay had almost killed Bryce outside of his house.
"Justin," Justin turned to face his manager, "do you maybe wanna bust a few tables while you're out there, to like at least pretend you actually work here?" Justin had gotten a job a Monet's earlier in the year.
Justin let out a chuckle. "Yeah, sorry." He turned back to Clay. "I gotta start my shift." He unzipped his hoodie, throwing it over Elizabeth's shoulder's. He pressed a kiss on her forehead. "I'll see you later, 'Liza." She noticed that he seemed off. He seemed as if he was freaked out about Bryce's disappearance.
"Have fun." She stated as she watched him walk behind the counter.
Ani moved closer towards Clay. "What night at his house last spring?"
"Justin seems freaked out, yeah?" Elizabeth asked her brother, completely ignoring Ani's question. Clay nodded in response as the pair watched Justin carefully.
"Aren't the two of you?"
Clay looked towards Ani. "You don't have to worry about me, okay? I can take care of myself." Elizabeth let out a laugh before covering her mouth quickly. "And, what the fuck does that mean, Eliza?"
"It means that I totally believe you can take care of yourself." Elizabeth giggled as she lied.
*
The Jensen family were inside their kitchen a few mornings after the events of Spring Fling with Justin, Elizabeth, and her mother sitting at the table, her dad making scrambled eggs, and Clay staring broodingly out the window as he did on so many occasions.
"At least you're all safe." Mrs. Jensen spoke about the Spring Fling incident as Clay circled around the table and sat on the other side of Justin.
"It sounds like an overreaction." Mr. Jensen commented as he placed a plate of scrambled eggs on the breakfast table. The three teenagers in the house shared looks that definitely said that they were hiding something. Fortunately, the adults did not notice.
