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Bryony watched the other guy stutter his way through an excuse before turning to leave, and she desperately wished she could do the same thing and walk away from here. Neither of the others had called him out for his abrupt departure or attempted to stop him, and whether he had just left because he also knew of Bradley’s reputation or whether he legitimately had other places to be and didn’t like the way this meeting was turning out, Bryony couldn’t blame him on either account.

She couldn’t just leave at this point, though. She didn’t want to leave Alba, not after the kindness the other girl had shown her. They’d agreed to find shelter together, and come hell or high water, that was what they were going to do. On top of that, Bryony really didn’t want to leave the other girl to the whims of Bradley’s cruel mind. She clearly had no idea what he was really like, talking happily with him as if he was a welcome ally.

Bradley was anything but, and Bryony knew it, and his little joke about making an easy target put paid to any doubts of that in her mind and made certain that she wouldn’t be able to ever fully trust him, not the jerk who had made so many days at school utterly miserable. She shot out from behind Alba, looking around the vicinity so fast she thought she might get dizzy, just in case Bradley had seen someone creeping up on them. When it became apparent that he was just trying to mess with her, and once she’d remembered to breathe again, she glared at him, wrapping her arms around herself in an attempt to stop herself from shivering again. The effect was akin to a small lost puppy, bolstering itself up in an attempt to look intimidating.

She hadn’t noticed it until now, so preoccupied had she been with looking for shelter and then running into one of her bullies so soon, but the smell of cigarette smoke was beginning to hit Bryony, and she wrinkled her nose in distaste. She had no issues with people who smoked, she was almost certain that a few of her friends did every now and then, but she couldn’t stand the smell of it.

“Um… no, I’m… I’m alright,” Bryony stammered out. Her eyes kept on flitting between Bradley, the ground, and the gun. Bradley, the ground, and the gun. A nonstop cycle of keeping an eye on potential threats and wanting to avoid them at all costs.

“Could you… could you not smoke around here, though? Please?”
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