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“Took you long enough,” a voice that haunts her dreams says from behind her. Nat spins around and finds Jackie Taylor leaning against a tree, that same patronizing smirk on her face. “I expected you to end up here a lot sooner.”
Of fucking course it’s her. Who else would greet her at the gates of hell?
“First Lottie, now you?” Nat complains. “Whoever’s in charge of picking my spirit guides fucking sucks.”
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Misty reads the name in the little digital window before she flips it open. “Natalie?” she says, confused but suddenly awake.
“I saw you,” Nat announces as a greeting.
Misty blinks, pressing her fingers to her tired eyes to rub the last of her sleep from them. Nat hardly ever calls her, and when she does, it’s usually important and hardly ever good.
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The only reason Natalie had agreed to come to this stupid reunion in the first place was to be Misty’s arm candy, the proof she needed to show her former bullies and naysayers that she’s no longer the supposedly unappealing loser she once was.
“I want them to finally know that I managed to get the hottest girl in school to love me,” she’d said, and her flattery had worked.
Normally, Nat wouldn’t be up for such displays and acceptance seeking, but she knows first hand just how bad things were for Misty when they were teens, and since she didn’t do much to help her back then, she figures it’s the least she can do for her now.
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“Are you sure it’s not yours or mine?” Natalie asks, not sure she herself would know if something was Van’s or not, even after all this time.
Her roommate snorts and holds up the bright pink sweater with an amused smile, then turns it around to show Nat the front of it, where three embroidered cats sit. “Well, you can speak for yourself, but does this look like something I’d wear?”
Natalie recognizes it immediately. The cute girl that’s always in the laundry room, the one with the curly blonde hair and glasses, that always lights up when she sees her. Misty.
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Misty has never really considered that she could have anything in common with Natalie Scatorrico, with her cigarettes and weed, her bleach blonde hair and fishnets.
But maybe she does. And maybe it’s enough for them to form an alliance, if not a friendship.
