12. the bite - part two

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CHAPTER TWENTY SIX — THE BITE
PART TWO

CHAPTER TWENTY SIX — THE BITEPART TWO

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THEY GATHERED AT the bathroom door to peer out of it. Jackie was honestly lost, all she knew was that she was grateful to be away from the evil Russians. They were watching as the crowd from the movie dispersed, trickling out of the exit slowly. "Blend," Dustin commanded, and they all swiftly walked into the middle of the stampede, trying their best not to look out of place.

Jackie clutched Steve's hand tightly as they got closer to the doors, hoping it looked like a casual hand holding thing and not a I-really-hope-we-don't-die thing.

"Well shit," Erica said, sounding impressed. "That worked."

"Of course it worked," Dustin replied smugly. "Now we just have to get on the bus with the rest of these plebes, and home sweet home here we come."

"Uh, Dustin," Steve spoke up, almost reluctantly. Jackie glanced over to him quizzically.

"What?"

"Yeah, we might not wanna go to your house."

"Why?"

"Well, I might've told them your full name."

Dustin turned his head, brows shooting up beneath his hairline. "What is wrong with you?"

"Dude," Steve defended. "I was drugged."

"So?"

"So?" Steve repeated.

"So you resist! You tough it out! You tough it out like a man!"

"Oh yeah, that's easy for you to say."

"For real," Jackie cut in. "I called a Russian with tools that could kill me an ugly bald bastard. To his face. You can't help what you say when you're on that shit."

Steve tensed, his eyes nervously darting towards her. "So you remember stuff that you said?"

"Um?" Jackie blinked, confused. "Yes?"

"What else do you remember?"

"I remember you almost getting your fingernail taken off, Dustin stabbing that evil Russian doctor with a sparkily shiney electric wand. Oh, and I remember going ballistic for a smoothie. Good times."

"That's it?"

"I guess," she narrowed her eyes. "Why are you being weird?"

"I'm not!"

"You are! Robin—why is he being weird?" She shrugged in response, but the glint in her eyes told Jackie otherwise. Robin did know why he was being weird. "Ugh, whatever."

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