Saint Jude: Los Angeles Bad Boys - Plot & Excerpts
He and Bexley are all dressed up and apparently going out on the town. I know saying “going out on the town” is, like, very clichéd or dorky or something, but the fact is they’re going out—and when they see me in boyfriend jeans slouching low on my hips, my patent-leather Birkenstocks, a sweatshirt hanging off my shoulder, and hair in a messy bun, I’m sure all they see is a girl who needs to get a life. “Hey, Catalina,” Holden says. “Where you headed tonight?” “Oh, I’m just going out … to get dinner.” “Want to come with us?” Bexley asks. “Just going to get dinner ourselves.” “Thanks,” I say. “But I’m not actually up for a whole thing at the end of my day.” I wave my hand around, indicating their clothes. “Right,” Holden says, visibly annoyed. His eyebrows are raised and he gives Bexley a knowing look. He has a more than decent handle on condescension.
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