Chapter Twenty Five: Cheering up

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Tina's POV

    "Have you seen that girl?

Have you seen her?

She’s the freakiest thing, you gotta meet her

You do whatever it takes to get her by your side

It’s not the way she smiles with a little laugh

It’s not the way she looks in a photograph

But all the boys – they crowd around

She can’t sing, she can’t dance

But who cares – she walks like Rihanna!

She can’t sing, she can’t dance

But who cares – she walks like Rihanna!"

    Cheyenne sings Walks Like Rihanna to me, by the Wanted. Her attempts to cheer me up seem to work, because I take care of the back up parts before I realize it. 

    "Have you seen that girl?

Have you seen her?

With the way she moves you wanna kiss her

She’ll be the girl of your dreams if you can close your eyes

You can feel that beat when she’s in the room

You can feel your heart going boom boom

And all the boys – they crowd around

She can’t sing, she can’t dance

But who cares – she walks like Rihanna!

She can’t sing, she can’t dance

But who cares – she walks like Rihanna!

She walks like Rihanna!

She walks like Rihanna!

Our hearts go boom boom boom boom boom

(she walks like Rihanna!)

Our hearts go boom boom boom boom boom

(she walks like Rihanna!)

Our hearts go boom boom boom boom boom

(she walks like Rihanna!)

Our hearts go boom boom boom boom boom

(she walks like Rihanna!)

Our hearts go boom boom boom boom boom

(she walks like Rihanna!)

Our hearts go boom boom boom boom boom

(she walks like Rihanna!)

Our hearts go boom boom boom boom boom

(she walks like Rihanna!)

She can’t sing, she can’t dance

But who cares – she walks like Rihanna!

She can’t sing, she can’t dance

But who cares – she walks like Rihanna!

She walks like Rihanna!

She walks like Rihanna!

Our hearts go boom boom boom boom boom

(she walks like Rihanna!)

Our hearts go boom boom boom boom boom

(she walks like Rihanna!)

Our hearts go boom boom boom boom boom

(she walks like Rihanna!)

Our hearts go boom boom boom boom boom

(she walks like Rihanna!)"

    After we finish singing, I ask Cheyenne, "What was that about? It was awesome but-"

   "Well, I know you like the song, and I figured you could do with some cheering up after Jillian and everything that has been going on . . ."

    "Thanks, Cheyenne," I wrap my arms around her shoulders, pulling my future victim into embrace. Must she be so kind? Must Cheyenne, this smart girl, be so daft and trusting? How can she not tell that I am going to kill her, any one of these days?

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