“Don’t worry about it,” Nancy says quietly. The rest of the cafeteria is abuzz with the development of Steve ostracized, of Billy at the throne of the popular table. and Carol hang onto his words like disciples to a new god. He doesn’t gesture, but he doesn’t have to: over his shoulder, Billy Hargrove is watching them like an anesthetized lion, ready to swipe if his unlucky prey gets too close but unable to move closer to them on his own. “This is weird, sorry,” he says, voice a little bitter. He fiddles with his fork and looks up at them from beneath his lashes. Steve clatters his lunch tray to the dingy cafeteria table and sits, hunching over a little, like he can use his shoulders as a shield against the whispers and glances. ![]() ![]() Nancy flicks a glance at Jonathan, who looks similarly surprised. She doesn’t know if she’s more surprised to see him standing here in front of their table, or here in the cafeteria at all. “Is this seat taken?” He shifts his weight awkwardly, grimacing a little. Stats: Published: Completed: Words: 30890 Chapters: 7/7 Comments: 140 Kudos: 675 Bookmarks: 201 Hits: 4878Ĭhapter Text ONE - Nancy Wheeler November 1984
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