Jynelle went completely still for one whole second. Then she leapt off the couch like she’d been electrocuted by the ghost of every bad decision Ryan Glasgow had ever made and screamed, “OH MY GOD I’M SEEING STARS...GET THE CAMERA I’M ABOUT TO PASS OUT FOR THE CULTURE.”
And she did. Or at least she tried. She flopped backwards like a broken ballerina in slow motion, knocking over the box of cereal she’d been using as a footstool. Her phone flew out of her hand and hit the floor with a sound so loud I almost joined her in cardiac arrest.
“You're not fainting, Jynelle. Stop doing ballet for the devil,” I snapped, already kneeling to pick up my own phone with hands that felt too slippery to be hands. Like they belonged to someone watching their entire life burn through an i********: caption
