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4 l Why won't you tell me?
This was no longer a problem…this was a disaster. Beezus glanced up, caught a glimpse of him slouching by the banister, hair slightly mussed, tie askew, and felt her breath hitch for the third time that evening.
No, this wasn't even a disaster. This was a catastrophe. He really had passed all limits, and maybe, no, certainly, she had been foolish to underestimate just how serious this was when Mary-Jane took her aside and hissed that she wasn't being careful. "There are warning signs everywhere but you aren't noticing anything!" she whispered, eyes wide, but Beezus had laughed it away, giggled even, slightly scandalized but mostly annoyed.
Beezus swallowed hard and stood there for a moment longer, feeling cold and lonely on the empty balcony, away from the muted lights and flashing legs and the infinite repeat of the year's top-charting pop songs. She chanced one more peek, hands smoothing over her dress, shoulders hunched from the evening breeze, and saw that he had left.
She didn't moved for a few seconds, then rushed forward to the stairs. "Wait," she breathed, catching sight of him just before he slipped into the shadows of the garden below. "Henry!"
He stopped but didn't turn, and her fingers dug into her palms. She was suddenly feeling quite angry, and not with herself.
He had some nerve really, and the audacity to tell Jeremy off when it had nothing to do with him, and he had no excuse, who did he think he was to her –
"Oh won't you just tell me already?" She stamped her foot and he finally looked back.
He stared at her for a moment and her chest grew tight.
"I'll see you at graduation ok?" he smiled and then immediately took off, head down, towards the parking lot.
