Sean stood there with a mischievous grin, hand still forming a claw. He’d tapped on the door with his fingernails to fool me.
I slammed the door in his face.
Before the latch caught, the door bounced open again. Cameron stood just behind Sean with the rubber toe of his shoe blocking the door from shutting. “You look like
hell,” Cameron said.
“I look like Sean.” is was a joke from my darkest memory. If Sean told me I was ugly, I could deflect the insult easily, because he was calling himself the same name. If
Cameron told me I was ugly, he was also insulting Sean, and Sean would get revenge on him without me having to do a thing.

Auteur: Jennifer Echols