Page 59 of Pretty Little Lies

LEVI: My little troll.

LEVI: They say anything yet about the Beach Fair?

BAY: No. However, I think that’s why Torin mentioned coming here.

LEVI: He’s up behind you with Cairo and Reeve. He’s going to move. Flip over to the other thread.

This is why Levi and I were always meant to be best friends—we’re extra. He has another number, made and intended for an additional push of our fake breakup. My best friend believes Torin would do better with the small added details that might happen on a day to day.

Our goal, if Torin happens to ask or be around, I have proof that Levi’s a bitch ex-boyfriend.

It sounds—itis—shitty. However, I can’t get into Torin’s head far enough to know what’s the truth and what he’s attempting to feed me.

I’m not going to spare his feelings if he’s playing me.

But I want to.

And I’m praying that he’s true to what he says. That he’s not like Emilio. That he’s going to surprise me.

LEVI: You think I’m playin’ when I said I’d kill your ass?

LEVI: You want to make me look like a fucking fool, Bay?

BAY: Leave me alone, dude.

LEVI: You wanna play the victim now? I heard you’re out with those Forsaken motherfuckers now. Admit it, you fucked them.

BAY: I don’t owe you a damn thing nor an explanation to make you sleep better at night. Get off my fucking phone.

LEVI: The grass isn’t always greener on the other side. They’re going to use you up and spit you out. Good thing you don’t know shit or you’d probably spew out when you sucked their dicks.

BAY: Not sure I’d be able to do that since they’re so big.

“Why are you standing out here alone, Wildfire?” The moment I raise my head from my phone, Torin is orbiting my side, eyes glassed and face slightly pink from drinking.

“Just wanted a moment alone.”

His eyes descend to the phone in my hand, but he’s hesitant at first when he asks me, “You alright?”

“Mhm.” I give him a feeble grin and play the part of not wanting to talk about it. Because the truth might just disappoint me.

“He bothering you?”

“Who?”

Torin lifts a brow, but I force him to say it. “Wallace.”

“He’s not something I can’t handle,” I quickly vouch.

“I’m sorry, but youdoknow who he is, right?” I meet his stare dead on. I know him better than anyone. I also know he’s watching me right now from somewhere to ensure I’m safe. “What does he want?”

“Let it go,” I order, turning to go back to Reeve, but Torin outstretches his hand, and I’m not sure if it’s an order or a request.

Eyes locked, I don’t budge, and he doesn’t either. However, he does speak.

“I just want to know what you’re up against so I can protect you.” My eyes tighten mechanically over his comment.

Bullshit or true? Bullshit or true?

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