The bell dings when she pushes the door open, and her blood goes cold. There he is: stupid milkshake, stupid straw, stupid posture, stupid scattering of crayons. She takes in the scars snaking over his skin. Her eyes go wide with the horrible press of memory.
It's him. It's really, actually, fucking, him.
There's no thinking the reunion through. Whatever hurt, dead-hope motivation had been pushing her through her sludge through town is replaced by violent, righteous rage. She has him by the collar of his shirt, shoving into the corner where the booth meets the wall.
"Asshole!" she yells, nearly incoherent in the rush to get the syllables out, just as her fist connects with his jaw.
closed | alec gets his ass kicked
The bell dings when she pushes the door open, and her blood goes cold. There he is: stupid milkshake, stupid straw, stupid posture, stupid scattering of crayons. She takes in the scars snaking over his skin. Her eyes go wide with the horrible press of memory.
It's him. It's really, actually, fucking, him.
There's no thinking the reunion through. Whatever hurt, dead-hope motivation had been pushing her through her sludge through town is replaced by violent, righteous rage. She has him by the collar of his shirt, shoving into the corner where the booth meets the wall.
"Asshole!" she yells, nearly incoherent in the rush to get the syllables out, just as her fist connects with his jaw.