Page 8 of Wild Like Us
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SULLIVAN MEADOWS
I’m suffocatingbeneath their lack offuckingwords. It might only last a second, but my embarrassment clocks this moment atfuckingeternity.
I realize now that I didn’t friend-zone them.
They’ve friend-zonedme.
I’m the un-bangable one.
And even then, maybe we’re not as friendly as I thought. Friends should be able to respond to me!
“I, um…” I can’t recover.
Abruptly, I bolt to the right.
I run through the heavy bags. They smack my cheek as I push through.
“Sulli!” Akara shouts.
“Wait!” Banks calls. “Wait!”
I can feel them behind me, but I’m faster.
I’m always faster.
Shoving a few more, I come clear to a door marked3.There are three fucking doors. Of course there are. I choose the one in front of me, and I dart inside…
“No,” I mutter.
Mirrors.
Dozens upon dozens ofmirrors.
I’m surrounded by my horror-stricken, wide-eyed face. Everywhere, my reflection stares back at me, some misshapen and distorted by the curved and bent glass. My breathing is rapid, but not from exhaustion.
I sprint to the left, meet a wall, then to the right. Meet another dead-end.
Let me fucking out of here!
I rest my hands on my forehead.
Concentrate, Sulli.
I touch my lips. Thinking.
“Sulli!”
I hear them call my name, but they sound distant. They must’ve chosen a different door. After I collect my shit, I see a sign that says,no running.
Hilarious.
And then I spot another door, hidden behind a mirror that warps my face, so my panicked eyes look humongous.
Racing out of the door, I crawl through a yellow rotating barrel, then thrust open anexitdoor to the outside. Inhaling a lungful of crisp night air, I move forward. The carnival is still in full swing like I never left. I skip down metal stairs without slowing.
“Sulli!” Jane calls.
