"Shh, shh," I soothed, combing my fingers through her hair slowly. "You deserve someone better than him . . . HOTTER than him, if I'm honest," She let out a slight chuckle and pulled back. I greeted her with a small smile. "I'll drive while you sit here and clean up, okay Hun?" I told her, wiping my thumb across her cheek to show her running mascara. She gave a watery laugh and nodded, so we traded seats and I began driving while she wiped her face with baby wipes she kept in the center console. "Do you have anything important going on in class today?" I asked casually, and she shrugged.
"Don't think so," Nina answered, her voice still slightly hoarse from the earlier sobbing.
"Good, 'cause we're skipping." She stared confused, only half her face rid of the streaking makeup marks.
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