There's a split-second where Eddie's tempted to dart her hand away, but Chris is a jock and definitely faster than her, and also, she likes it when he touches her. Which sounds creepy even in her head, so she tries not to think about it, and then she's so busy not thinking about it that he's already slapped his palm against hers.
She shakes her head at him, chewing on her lower lip for a moment before giving a shrug of her own, not nearly as nonchalant as the one he gave her.
"I don't remember most of my childhood at all," she admits. "Bits and pieces, but most of it's blank."
The books she's read all say that's a by-product of abuse, so. That's fucking depressing as hell and not something she wants to get into with the boy she has a crush on while they sit bathed in warm afternoon sunshine.
"I'd definitely remember giving Carver a good what-for, though. So. Makes sense you do too."
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Date: 2024-01-31 03:43 am (UTC)She shakes her head at him, chewing on her lower lip for a moment before giving a shrug of her own, not nearly as nonchalant as the one he gave her.
"I don't remember most of my childhood at all," she admits. "Bits and pieces, but most of it's blank."
The books she's read all say that's a by-product of abuse, so. That's fucking depressing as hell and not something she wants to get into with the boy she has a crush on while they sit bathed in warm afternoon sunshine.
"I'd definitely remember giving Carver a good what-for, though. So. Makes sense you do too."