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AN: This is an idea-tester, tell me what you think! Since Chris is going Goth and all. Dedicated to: Dernier Cri, HPgirl008, Wingzz, SushiBowl, CasaBonitaRocksMySocks, Gaara-Kiba-Sasuke, SourSkittles26, and anyone who's ever reviewed or added me to favorites or alerts.
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"Oh come on Layne!" Claire Lyons laughed. "I'm sure he's not that bad!"
Layne Abeley rolled her eyes and checked to make sure that Chris wasn't listening. He was focused on the road ahead, gripping the steering wheel. He didn't turn around, but seemed tense and agitated, making Layne feel afraid to even move.
Chris had been like that since he'd been turned down by Massie Block. The very idea disgusted Layne for three main reasons. A: it was Massie Block. B: He was like, four years older. That was like Harris Fisher going out with someone like Alicia Rivera. C: It was Massie Block, the girl who had used Layne. That apparently didn't matter to Chris.
"Yes he is!" Layne whispered, glancing at her brother's head. "He's kind of freaking me out with it. I mean, he spends all day in his room blasting heavy metal in the dark. And he hates metal!"
Claire gave Layne a look like she was overreacting, and sighed. "Listening to Gothic music in the dark as opposed to…?"
"Spending quality time with me, hanging out with the guys, playing sports, Chris Abeley stuff. Not planning out Derrick Harrington's death."
Chris looked around at Derrick's name, but said nothing, face twisted into a scowl. Layne's hairs stood up on the back of her neck in an unusual way. He'd never been like that before. Claire's eyes were wide and her face was flushed like she'd just seen a monster.
Worse, she'd seen the new unimproved Chris Abeley.