Oh. My. Gods. - Weebly

Though she did leave an empty latte cup outside my door.
“I can understand not bothering with Stella and Adara. . . .”
Nicole lifts up her hamburger bun and gives the contents a wary
look. “. . . they’ve been hideous harpies since the day I got here.”
She drops the bun and pushes her plate away.
“Longer,” Troy adds. “Those two have been up to no good since
they were five. We can’t expect them to change now.”
“But Griffin,” Nicole says.
“Yeah.” Troy’s eyes light up. “Blake deserves to be taken down a
notch or two.”
“I could do a few heinous things to him without losing sleep.”
Nicole clearly harbors serious feelings of resentment over whatever
happened between her and Griffin in the past. I’m not about to let
her thirst for revenge push me into action.
“No,” I say definitively. “I don’t want to do anything to any of
them. No revenge. Got it?”
Humiliation is bad enough. I just want to forget about it and
move on.
I look at each of them, waiting for verbal consent.
Reluctantly, Troy nods his head. “Fine.”
Nicole, on the other hand, is cagier. “No promises.” When I stare
her down, she adds, “But I’ll leave you out of whatever I do. Okay?”
I say, “Okay.”
Still, I’m a little worried.
Nicole can be unpredictable—if she can zap away my ankle without
a second thought, who knows what revenge she’s going to exact
on Griffin. If he weren’t the scum of the earth—and I didn’t know she
couldn’t actually kill him—I might feel inclined to warn him.
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