Chapter 11: The Other Girl

****The next night***



Ryan, Everleigh, Marley and I headed to Louis’ around 9. Marley was fidgeting in the backseat, unintentionally kicking my driver seat every 30 seconds. 

“Marley!” I finally snapped. “Chill the fuck out. Just remember, you’re white lightning!” I exclaimed. 

“Who told you that calling someone “white lightning” was a good confidence booster, Lennon? What the hell does that even mean?” Marley asked, kicking my seat again.

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