“Tomorrow.” She raised a brow. “Does that work for you?
Three?”
“I- guess so.”
“Alright.”
Dallas was quite obviously struggling to keep a neutral
expression and that was a new one for Quinn to realize. Dallas
didn’t struggle with things. Dallas was popular. She had been.
Dallas was the girl everyone wanted to be. Dallas always had
tons of confidence. Dallas could make you fall in love with her
with a snap of her fingers. Dallas could break your heart with a
few words.
“A-alright.”
“Thank you for coming today. I know that you didn’t
want to
. I know why you didn’t want to. I understand why
you’re mad. I know you think that I don’t, but I do. And I’ll…
I’ll see you tomorrow then?”
It was so casual. So neutral. So strange. Then again,
that was Dallas. She’d always been good at reading social
situations. Taking the temperature of a room. Knowing what to
say. Knowing when to say it and when to shut the erf up. She
was doing it now, Quinn realized. She was being tactful, even
though there was a mountain of things that were left unsaid.
Dallas wouldn’t say them, even under pain of torture.
Dallas always could keep a secret.
There was a time when there was no one in the world
Quinn trusted more.
She made the first move. She left first. She turned and
managed to step over the bloody crack in the sidewalk and let
her aching feet and her aching chest take her back the few