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going to go see that Jim Carrey flick?”
“I’m not going to spend any time sitting in a dark place staring in one direction while a homicidal psycho is on the loose,” Ant hony told him. He hadn’t meant to sound so pissed off. But what was Jesse thinking?
“Yeah. Right,” Jesse said. He stopped drumming and flicked on the radio. A couple of songs went by, then Jesse started up again. “Um.”
“Spit it out,” Anthony told him.
“Do you think Mandy would like that movie, the Jim Carrey one?” Jesse asked, staring out the window like he’d never seen a si dewalk or trees or people before. Like they were freakin’ fascinating.
“Looks funny,” Anthony answered. “But gross. You real y want to be sitting next to a girl watching something that’s ninety percent fart jokes?”
“I didn’t say I wanted to go with her,” Jesse protested, turning back toward Anthony. “I was just asking if you thought she’d like it.”
Anthony narrowed his eyes at him. “Okay,” Jesse said. “Okay, I was thinking about asking her to go with me.” He turned back to ward the window. “So what do you think?”
Anthony paused. A few weeks ago his first response would probably have been that Mandy was way out of Jesse’s league.
He’d seen where Mandy lived. A girl like that usual y didn’t go out with a guy who’d been forced to go to group therapy because he kept setting things on fire. But girls like Rae didn’t usual y go for guys like Anthony, either. And besides-Mandy seemed pretty cool, not like someone who would care about al that stupid crap.
“Bad idea?” Jesse asked when Anthony didn’t say anything.
“No, you should go for it,” Anthony answered. “I mean, maybe choose more of a chick-friendly movie. But you should do it.” Ant hony grinned. “I think she liiikes you,” he teased as he pul ed into the left lane. The Happy Burger was coming up.
“Look!” Jesse cried. He grabbed Anthony’s arm so hard that Anthony almost lost control of the wheel. “Yel ow VW coming out of the Happy Burger lot. Could be Yana’s.”
“I’m on it.” Anthony shot a glance at the oncoming traffic, then pul ed a U and started after the Bug. He tried to get a glimpse of the driver, but he was blocked.
“She’s changing lanes. She’s gonna turn,” Jesse said.
Anthony switched into the right lane, ignoring the honks coming from behind him. He was sure that if it was Yana up there, she’d seen him by now. But he didn’t care. Yeah, they’d agreed not to approach Yana without a plan, but he couldn’t let her get away.
The yel ow Bug made a right onto a residential street. No other cars were in sight. Good. Anthony put on the gas. The yel ow Bug sped up, too. “You’re not getting away from me,” he muttered. He floored it. He pul ed up alongside the Bug. If he had to, he’d jerk his car in front of hers. He didn’t care if the Bug hit them-as long as it stopped Yana. “It’s not her!” Jesse shouted. “It’s some guy.” Anthony let up on the gas. He pul ed over to the curb and stopped. His nerves felt like he’d spent the afternoon get ting fried in an electric chair. “Where the hel is she?” he burst out. And worse-what did she have planned for Rae?
It felt bizarre being back in Atlanta. It was like it was a place she’d lived in a long time ago. Like one of the dozen of crap holes her dad had dragged her to. Not like the place she lived now. Not like home.
Yana started walking faster. Once you do what you’ve got to do, you can live wherever you want. You can leave Atlanta be hind.
Yeah, right. As if she’d have a choice about whether or not to leave town after she’d gotten her revenge. She’d have to leave be cause there would be a whole platoon of people hunting her down, wanting to shoot her down like she was some kind of rabid dog.
I might never make it out of Atlanta alive, she thought. But it wasn’t like she cared that much. If they kil ed her-fine, whatever.
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“I’m not going to spend any time sitting in a dark place staring in one direction while a homicidal psycho is on the loose,” Ant hony told him. He hadn’t meant to sound so pissed off. But what was Jesse thinking?
“Yeah. Right,” Jesse said. He stopped drumming and flicked on the radio. A couple of songs went by, then Jesse started up again. “Um.”
“Spit it out,” Anthony told him.
“Do you think Mandy would like that movie, the Jim Carrey one?” Jesse asked, staring out the window like he’d never seen a si dewalk or trees or people before. Like they were freakin’ fascinating.
“Looks funny,” Anthony answered. “But gross. You real y want to be sitting next to a girl watching something that’s ninety percent fart jokes?”
“I didn’t say I wanted to go with her,” Jesse protested, turning back toward Anthony. “I was just asking if you thought she’d like it.”
Anthony narrowed his eyes at him. “Okay,” Jesse said. “Okay, I was thinking about asking her to go with me.” He turned back to ward the window. “So what do you think?”
Anthony paused. A few weeks ago his first response would probably have been that Mandy was way out of Jesse’s league.
He’d seen where Mandy lived. A girl like that usual y didn’t go out with a guy who’d been forced to go to group therapy because he kept setting things on fire. But girls like Rae didn’t usual y go for guys like Anthony, either. And besides-Mandy seemed pretty cool, not like someone who would care about al that stupid crap.
“Bad idea?” Jesse asked when Anthony didn’t say anything.
“No, you should go for it,” Anthony answered. “I mean, maybe choose more of a chick-friendly movie. But you should do it.” Ant hony grinned. “I think she liiikes you,” he teased as he pul ed into the left lane. The Happy Burger was coming up.
“Look!” Jesse cried. He grabbed Anthony’s arm so hard that Anthony almost lost control of the wheel. “Yel ow VW coming out of the Happy Burger lot. Could be Yana’s.”
“I’m on it.” Anthony shot a glance at the oncoming traffic, then pul ed a U and started after the Bug. He tried to get a glimpse of the driver, but he was blocked.
“She’s changing lanes. She’s gonna turn,” Jesse said.
Anthony switched into the right lane, ignoring the honks coming from behind him. He was sure that if it was Yana up there, she’d seen him by now. But he didn’t care. Yeah, they’d agreed not to approach Yana without a plan, but he couldn’t let her get away.
The yel ow Bug made a right onto a residential street. No other cars were in sight. Good. Anthony put on the gas. The yel ow Bug sped up, too. “You’re not getting away from me,” he muttered. He floored it. He pul ed up alongside the Bug. If he had to, he’d jerk his car in front of hers. He didn’t care if the Bug hit them-as long as it stopped Yana. “It’s not her!” Jesse shouted. “It’s some guy.” Anthony let up on the gas. He pul ed over to the curb and stopped. His nerves felt like he’d spent the afternoon get ting fried in an electric chair. “Where the hel is she?” he burst out. And worse-what did she have planned for Rae?
It felt bizarre being back in Atlanta. It was like it was a place she’d lived in a long time ago. Like one of the dozen of crap holes her dad had dragged her to. Not like the place she lived now. Not like home.
Yana started walking faster. Once you do what you’ve got to do, you can live wherever you want. You can leave Atlanta be hind.
Yeah, right. As if she’d have a choice about whether or not to leave town after she’d gotten her revenge. She’d have to leave be cause there would be a whole platoon of people hunting her down, wanting to shoot her down like she was some kind of rabid dog.
I might never make it out of Atlanta alive, she thought. But it wasn’t like she cared that much. If they kil ed her-fine, whatever.
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