It's over. The Grabber's dead, the bodies of the deceased boys have been found, and it's all over.
But the nightmare is real.
Every night for the past month, Amy has suffered from horrendous nightmares. It's over, she tells herself, but that doesn't...
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Finn, Gwen, and Matilda's eyes lift when I approach the bar where they sit sipping on cokes.
"And?" Gwen inquires, almost jumping off her bar stool.
I shake my head. "He's out. I told you it was a waste of time."
"Maybe not." Finn chirps. I follow his line of sight, my eyes falling on the one and only Robin Arellano. The Fighter.
I groan, turning my back on him as he approaches our group.
He manages a small, sheepish smile when he stops outside our circle. "H- hey, guys."
Finn nods, Gwen smiles, Mat glares and I stay still, watching the sweat bead off Gwen's glass and onto her fingers.
"Hey, Amy." He says. He turns to face me in full. He wears jeans, tennis shoes, and a black tank top that highlights the muscles in his arms. I could roll my eyes, but I know it's a pointless action. He's good-looking. Everyone knows it.
He's changed a lot since we last talked, but the black bandanna his dad gave him still stays rooted around his head. That'll never change. Neither will his annoyingly charming smirk.
I choose to ignore him. Out of the corner of my eye, I watch him grimace, pulling back from me a little.
Gwen's eyes flick between us, while Finn looks at his friend with a "seriously?" look etched across his face. Meanwhile, Matilda continues to glare.
"So..." She starts, bitter undertones evident in her voice. "Now what?"
