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DISCLAIMER!: IF YOU HAVE NOT READ MY OTHER HEATHERS STORY OUR LOVE IS GOD, THIS WILL MAKE NO SENSE WHATSOEVER. READ THAT FIRST!

"Your arm is looking better," Veronica says as she gently kisses my shoulder.

I glance down at my exposed left arm for a moment. It's starting to scab over a little. The wound has stopped bleeding at least. Veronica runs her fingers down my arm, beside but not touching my wound.

"You okay?" I ask.

She looks up at me, her blue eyes are big and gazing. "Yep."

I raise my eyebrows. "Tell me. You seem off."

She chuckles in exasperation. "No shit I'm a bit off, JD."

I roll my eyes as I pull my jacket sleeve back up. She leans back away from

me and settles back in the driver's seat of her car. I take her hand and bring it to my lips.

She's quiet for a moment before she says something. "I bought a paper. We made the front cover."

She pulls a paper out of the middle console and hands it to me. I take it and scan the front page as her gaze flicks out the window and she stares at the gas station parking lot we went to for breakfast. It's been roughly twenty-four hours since we arrived for our last first-period class at Westerburg.

The front page has a picture of the flattened schoolyard, still smoking just a tad. Apparently a fire broke out on the football field and they had trouble keeping it down. I smirk as I read through all the damage my little Norwegian caused the building. Not a single survivor, only ashes and burnt locker remenants. They did find a body, however. A girl was in the elevator. She suffocated from the smoke since the metal box saved her from the detonation.

"Veronica, listen," I tell her, tapping her shoulder. "Martha Dunnstock, age 17 body found in school elevator. She had been previously handicapped from a car accident-"

Her face contorts and she looks away from me.

"Dumptruck's the only body found! We did good, Darling!" I wrap my arm around her shoulders.

She looks pale. "I need some air." Veronica steps out of the car and I follow her.

"Hey, hey, Sweetheart!" I walk after her as she walks into the gas station. I catch her hand and bring it to my lips. "Look, I'm sorry, alright. I get this is hard. But it had to be done!"

"Did it?" She pulls her hand free and I frown.

"Baby, come on, don't give up on me now."

"I'm not giving up I just…" She sighs and bites her lip. "I'll be back."

I watch as she walks away towards the back of the store. I sigh and run my fingers through my greasy hair, combing through the knots. What am I going to do?

My gaze travels to the little TV behind the cashier. The teen boy with a five o'clock shadow is watching the news playing. And of course, it's about Westerburg.

I listen. There still hasn't been any traces of information at all. Apparently, they never found my note either. It's purely a mystery. I smile devilishly. The report is going on and on about how the citizens of Westerburg feel affected by this and how many teens were lost blah, blah, blah.

Then the blonde little report in the pink suit from Mrs. Flem's assembly of chaos walks across the parking lot to a cluster of parents. My father and Veronica's included. I bite my lip. She looks just like her mother. Someone might be able to connect the two.

I run over to Veronica and grab her wrist just as she's walking up to the counter with her bottle of water.

"Let go of me, asshole!" she shrieks.

"Listen to me, you can't let him see you. Look at the screen."

The reporter is talking to her parents. "I should've let her take that job at the mall," her mother whimpers. "I just didn't want her coming home after dark!"

Veronica stands, horrified. I pull her into my arms and kiss her cheek. She turns her face away from me. "Come on, we have to go before they get a good look at you and blow our cover," I tell her.

She nods slowly. I take her hand tightly and kiss it. "No matter what happens, I love you more than anything else," she says.

I smile. "You're the only thing I love."

She kisses me gently. "I'm sorry I snapped at you."

"I'm sorry I put you through all this shit." I press my forehead to hers. "Now let's go before that cashier says something."

She nods and we weave through the store, avoiding the eyes of everyone there. When my hand is on the door handle, I hear a voice I recognize. Too familiarly.

My dad. "Wait," I hiss in Veronica's ear. She stops and I pull her into a back aisle, amongst souvenir postcards and things. My eyes are glued to the TV.

"Sherwood has suffered a great loss today," he says. He can elaborate tragedy almost as good as Veronica and I can. "I know that my son is alive… in spirit, as are all these poor, depressed children."

My father brushes his finger against his nose twice. My eyes widen.

"We have to go, now," I say.

"What's wrong?!" she asks as I quickly usher her out the door and towards our car.

"He knows we're alive."

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