Poseur #3: Petty In Pink: A Trend Set Novel - Plot & Excerpts
She knew that much. It would go down in history as the most humiliating night. In life. Period. She wanted nothing more than to get the hell out of there, to crawl into bed and never come out again—but she couldn’t. Jake had the keys, and Jake was inside, and she… she was outside, crouched against the large wall behind a thick camellia hedge. Filmy gray cobwebs clung to the leaves, some of them dark and glossy, most of them dusty and dull. A few feet away, a garden hose hissed at the wall, leaking water into dirt that smelled metallic and cold, like pennies. Every two minutes, wobbling in place, she uprooted her heels from the dampening soil, and thought: This is what it’s like to be buried. It was an odd kind of comfort. Unless she thought she was dead, it was like… she seriously wanted to die. If she was alive, not only had it happened (the look on his face, the look on her face, stricken, then scornful, confused, then suspicious; and God, her own face, ugly, unhinged, blotchy, and sputtering) but continued to happen, the toxic black fallout of her little white lie.
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