Page 25 of Greased

I give him a confused look that also sits on Nicky, Sonny and Pike’s faces.

“Star.” A single silent tear rolls down his face.

I instantly snap my head back towards Scarlett on the stage.

No.

No.

No.

I instantly start shaking my head and an unhinged laugh escapes me.

“Fuck off dickhead,” I retort. How the fuck could he think that this Scarlett is the same Scarlett from when we were kids?

No, that Scarlett died after to succumbing to her injuries after being fucking taken by those bottom feeding cunts.

No, I won’t believe it. We met Scarlett Smith in Australia. Scarlett Crux was from right here in Rydell.

No.

No.

I guess the fact that they both had blonde hair could be classed a similarity.

No.

Nope.

I look back over towards where Rhodes is now right in front of the stage. Scarlett takes his hand and pulls him up onto the stage. Still facing the crowd, Rhodes puts his arm around her shoulders as they both sing into the microphone.

Fuck, his voice balances hers out.

How could I have forgotten thatTwilightwas little Scar’s favourite movie. That no matter where we went, she would sing this song at thetop of her lungs, enough that after she was taken, none of us could listen to it again. I remember watching her as she sang. She’d get this look in her eyes.

God, her eyes.

I suck in a breath as I squint, trying to see them closer even from the otherside of the room.

No.

No.

Her eyes.

His eyes.

Their eyes.

I’ve never felt utter fucking disbelief like I do in this very moment. I don’t know whether to cry, scream or throw up. Maybe all three at the same time.

She’s alive.

Our girl.

Dacre’s Star.

Sonny’smi estrella.

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