Page 23 of We're At It Again

I rolled my eyes. With a grunt of effort, I lifted her into my arms, hoisting her over my shoulder.

“No, leave me.” Luna protested.

I shook my head with a smirk as I adjusted my grip on her. She wiggled.

“Cut it out, Snow.” I said, my forehead knotted in frustration.

I turned to Maya.

“Did you drive here?”

She shook her head.

“No, we came with a friend.” She said. “She can drive us home.”

“I’ll take you both home,” I said. “There is no way anyone here is sober enough to drive.”

It’s a good thing I came in my dad’s truck.

“Thank you.”

We made our way out of the party and trekked down the winding street until we reached my truck. Maya opened the back door as I shoved Luna inside.

“I think I’m going to be sick.” She said, placing the back of her hand on her forehead.

“You better not puke back there, Snow.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

Maya climbed into the passenger seat and looked over her shoulder at her drunken mess of a friend.

“I think you should stay at my place tonight.”

She received a thumbs-up in response. I kept my gaze on the road. The dim glow of the streetlights cast shadows on the deserted street. The engine’s hum was the only thing to break the silence of the night. As well as Luna’s sobs.

“I can’t believe he dumped me in public.” She said, her voice choked with emotion.

“He was a jerk, anyway. Not much worth crying over.”

Maya nudged me in the ribs and delivered a warning glare.

“Way to be empathetic.”

I shrugged, knowing that I would lose the battle. Instead, I focused on getting them home and out of my way.

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13

LUNA

I WOKE UP ENRAGED because I wasted my weekend crying over someone who stomped on my heart. I watched Pretty Little Liars and ate my weight in ice cream, only to realize that I could do better. That was the heartache talking, but it’s the truth.

I marched with purpose through the hallways, my jaw set in determination and my eyes flashed with anger. The sting of betrayal was still fresh in my mind, especially when I noticed Cynthia leaning against my locker with a smug grin. My hands clenched into fists at my side as I approached.

“So, Austin and I are going on a date after school.”

My anger flared at her taunting words. I dug my nails into my palms to control the rage. Cynthia was infamous for rubbing salt on wounds.

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