Part 30
Charlotte lets her silent pride radiate through her body as she goes through her school notes. “We weren’t exactly quiet, Shela.” Shela’s half-smirk and sudden lapse into silence is everything. Charlotte watches as her eyes glaze over before she snaps out of her reverie and swallows thickly. “Sana and Harper totally guessed, too.” “Shela, you’re wearing a winter scarf inside.” “And whose fault is that?” she says, tugging the fabric away from her neck to reveal the purple bruises that paint Shela’s neck. Charlotte smirks at her across the table and gathers her things back into her bag. Shela gets up when she gets up and it feels so ridiculously domestic that Shela reaches for her hand and starts walking with her towards her next class. “There’s a party tonight,” Shel
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