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Thirteen

Conor

When the fights are finally broken up, I look around the room but can’t find Eloise.

I run outside just in time to see Henry’s car drive away with the skirt of Eloise’s white dress hanging out the passenger window.

“She’s gone.” I push a hand through my hair.

“In my fucking car.” Henry pulls out his phone and steps away from everyone.

I sit on the concrete steps of the church, blood dripping from my nose.

Tweetie argues with the chipmunks, and Rowan tells Henry to tell Kyleigh that she needs to put ice on her cheek.

Tristan is cornered, looking like a scorned teenager, by two older adults I assume are his parents.

This isn’t how I thought this would go.