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"Leo’s coming back in a second," I stammered, gripping the controller a little tighter.

I sat there, frozen, the glow of the TV screen reflecting off the silver studs on her collar. She smelled like clove cigarettes and expensive vanilla. Every time she turned a page, I could feel the slight movement of her shoulders against mine. She was "mean" Jade—the girl who terrified the neighborhood—and yet, in the quiet of the room, there was a strange, suffocating gravity to her presence that made it impossible for me to move, even if I wanted to. F4M-Your-Friends-Mean-Goth-Sister-Sits-on-Your-...

"Quiet," she muttered, shifting her weight to get comfortable, her sharp elbow digging slightly into my ribs. "You’re softer than the floor. Consider yourself useful for once." "Leo’s coming back in a second," I stammered,