❝ in the seventeen years i've been on this earth, i've never met anyone as f#@!%^g stupid as you. ❞
in which two kids on the opposite sides of the social spectrum find solace in one another during a strange period of time.
ESTELLA COLLINS STAND ALON...
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CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE ; STOP STRESSING STELLA OUT SHE'S BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH also known as; ( the battle of starcourt; part three)
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"JESUS, HOW FAR IS THIS PLACE, MAN?" STEVE SHOUTED OVER THE ROARING WIND AND THE BOOMING POP SONG. Both his hands were on the wheel but he was itching to put one on Stella's bouncing knee. She was pale faced, though he wasn't sure if it was because of the nerve-racking situation or, perhaps, the fact that she had been shot less than an hour ago.
"Relax, we're almost there," Dustin called from the backseat, squashed against the car door, as there were four in the back. Erica had previously been complaining, until Robin told her that Stella had been in there with a gunshot wound and several sweaty adults, which shut the child up. Stella had only flushed and brushed it off, she didn't exactly want to dwell on the previous events of the day.
"Suzie must be pretty special, huh?" Robin piped up, looking over at him. "I mean, if you built this thing and lugged it all the way to the middle of nowhere just to talk to her?"
"I mean, nobody's scientifically perfect, but Suzie's about as close to being perfect as any human could possibly be," Dustin grinned back. Stella looked back at him in the rearview mirror and managed a soft smile, not noticing how Steve's eyes flickered in her direction.
"She sounds made-up to me," Erica scoffed, nudging Lola, who sat in the middle of the backseat. Lola shrugged, not exactly wanting to participate in the conversation. "Does she sound made up to you?"
"Why are you hesitating, Lola?" Dustin scowled, and Lola threw her hands up in the air, one of them holding Robin's.
"I'm ---I'm -- I'm not! I'm not!" she exclaimed with a strange confidence that Stella only saw when she had encountered a rude customer. "I think she sounds real. You know, totally, absolutely real. Look, I don't want to be a part of this conversation."
There was a second of silence, before Dustin chose to speak again. "Left, turn left!"
"There's not a road here!" Steve called over his shoulder.
"Turn left now!" Dustin screamed in response, and Stella grabbed Steve's leg as he sharply turned the wheel, forcing them off the road and through a fence. Squeezing her eyes shut and feeling the wind hitting her face, Stella tried not to dwell on how the entire car screamed at the sudden change of terrain.
"Whoa! Henderson, where are we going?!" Steve screeched, and Stella grimaced as he drove over a dip, reaching for her wound. What was she trying to do? Protect it? She had no idea, but it felt like the right things to do. This drive wasn't doing her any favours.
"Up!"
"Oh, Jesus!" Robin yelped, and Stella's breathing began to quicken, and she tried her best to throw up whatever was left in her stomach. "We're not gonna make it!"
