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ofcelesticls‌:

the question made her recoil slightly, alice suddenly looking and sounding so much like their mother — despite the fact that she shared as much dna with the woman as kiki, she always seemed to take after her more — that kiki had to blink once, twice, to steady herself and remember where she was. who she was talking to. “no,” she finally managed to get out, shaking her head, slowly at first and then more certain. only, she was certain that one, pathetic word would hardly be enough to convince her sister of ANYTHING, let alone her well-being, so she knew she had to try again to be more convincing. “no. i mean, it’s a lot. it’s all a lot, but i’m not — ” not what? not on the verge of a breakdown? that wasn’t true. not like i was back in high school? that wasn’t true either. “ — i’m fine. as fine as i can be, you know?” 

she wasn’t sure if it was the guilt of her lie or the way that alice was staring all the way into her fucking soul, but kiki felt like her skin was BURNING. her skin felt itchy. her chest felt too tight. like a fear of speaking had returned to take over her, despite the fact that alice was one of the few people who she had ALWAYS been able to speak to. she felt desperate to cast the spotlight away from herself, allow her body to cool without the heat of the bright light on her.

“no, i know,” she finally spoke up, hesitantly reaching forward to rest a hand on her sister’s forearm. “i’m sorry, i shouldn’t — i shouldn’t have lashed out. i mean, there’s no fucking winning, right? who gets it better than me? i just… i just tried to get around it and ended up hurting someone, too. there’s nothing we CAN do.” and that was the truth. inwardly, she was GLAD that her sister had at least been lucky enough to choose someone who she didn’t really end up hurting, someone whose life wouldn’t be torn to too many pieces because of what they all knew. “no, i didn’t — i didn’t think that about you,” she shook her head, eyebrows furrowing. she KNEW that alice cared about her, would do whatever she could to protect her. she always had, there was no reason for her to believe otherwise now. “don’t worry about that, al. it’s fine.”

kiki’s expression curled into something almost UNREADABLE as her sister continued on, talking about all the reasons why she thought that she was being haunted, nodding slowly. every word felt like it was shooting her years back in her own timeline, like she was in senior year, collapsing and sobbing and screaming on the kitchen floor without realizing she was doing it, haunted by a memory that was still weighing down on her chest — one she couldn’t speak of, not to anyone. “alice…” kiki began, her hand shifting to take hold of her sister’s hand. “alice, do you remember when we were seventeen and… and i had that episode, right after we got accepted to college? it was — that’s what it felt like. a lot. and i think… i don’t think you’re being HAUNTED, but i think… i think, maybe, you should think about going to therapy.”

Watching Kiki carefully, Alice’s heart sank. Her sister’s answer wasn’t exactly reassuring. She couldn’t even tell if Kiki believed herself. “’A lot’ is putting it mildly. I think it’s too much for a bunch of us to handle and-” she stopped. Was it her place to tell Kiki how much she could handle? Whether or not she was really okay? Alice wanted to say it was. That nineteen years of shared bathrooms, Christmas mornings, and fights at the dinner table gave her certain insights. Like a deeply rooted feeling that ‘I’m fine’ was a lie. “Yeah, I know. I just hope you know that I’m here for you, whatever you might need.”

She blushed, teeth pulling at her bottom lip. “No, it’s okay. You didn’t, not really. But I probably deserve it.” She was still struggling to reconcile the whole ordeal. If she had done the right thing, made the right choice in an impossible situation. “You didn’t hurt anyone. Someone was trying to hurt you. There’s a big difference.” The outcome was important, but so was intent. And Kiki had intended to protect people. Alice nodded. There were a lot of things they didn’t seem to get about each other, but the things that were truly important seemed to be understood, no questions asked.

Alice’s whole body began to sag when Kiki mentioned her episode. She thinks I’m crazy. Am I crazy? She didn’t want therapy. She didn’t want someone with a degree analyzing her every move and telling her why she looked for attention. She didn’t think she could handle going through what Kiki went through. “No. No, you don’t understand. This isn’t in my head. I can feel it. It’s on my skin, it’s in my bones.” Alice knew something was happening to her. She knew it wasn’t normal, and that she’d do anything to make it go away. She would tear it off every inch of her skin, scrub it from every corner of her mind, until it was gone. She knew something was wrong, and she was certain it wasn’t coming from inside her. It was in her now, rooted deeply, but it came from a place she was never supposed to go to. Perhaps it was a place behind Nate’s lifeless eyes, the windows to a body that had been freed of it’s soul. She had looked into the emptiness and the emptiness had looked back. 

That was how she felt. Empty. Alone. “Please, Kiki. Isn’t there something you can do? Isn’t there a, a... crystal, or something, that will keep spirits away?” She looked up at her sister, desperation in her eyes. Like she expected Kiki to contact the dead and ask them to leave her alone. She needed to exorcise a demon. Alice just wasn’t prepared for the kind of demon it would be. “Please,” she repeated, her chest tightening. “I can’t do this anymore. I need it to be gone.”

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bailcyss‌:

noah stared at her for a moment before shaking his head. “c’mon, ally, nobody thinks that.” at least, he was pretty sure that no one thought that. he would’ve punched them in the teeth if they said any differently, so maybe people were keeping their opinions to themselves. he hesitated for a moment and then took a small step towards her. “i certainly don’t think that,” he said quietly, carefully brushing his knuckles against her cheek and then tucking her hair behind her ear. “everyone would’ve done the same thing, and they’re lying if they say differently. if you were really heartless, you wouldn’t feel like this. you’re all heart, alice kibler.”

he realized that they were in the middle of a moment, and that he should probably miontain some semblance of composure––but he had a weak spot for dogs, especially alice’s dog. it was still a point of pride with him that stan the man liked him more than any of alice’s other boyfriends. noah squatted on the ground and scratched behind stan’s ears, grinning softly as he licked his face. it was nice to know at least one resident of alice’s apartment still could stand the sight of him. “i know,” he said quietly, straightening up and sliding his hands into his pockets. he rocked back onto his heels and chewed on his bottom lip, “i’m sorry. i just…i want to be the kind of guy who deserves to be with because i miss you––but i’m not. i’m…noah bailey,” he spat out his own name like it was blood between his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut until he saw spots, “and you have every right to hate me.”

noah blinked in surprise at her offer, staring at her for a moment in case she wanted to add on a ‘just kidding go fuck yourself.’ she didn’t change her mind, so he nodded and folded his arm over his chest as his steps fell in-step with hers like they hadn’t spent the last year apart. “so…” he glanced at alice and scratched the back of his neck, trying for an easy grin, “how has stan the man managed to survive without me as his temperature-regulated pillow?”  

Alice shrugged. She put so much effort into trying to get people to think of her a certain way, had wasted so much time stressing over what they thought of her, and she had failed at it miserably, time and time again. For the first time in over ten years, it didn’t feel like it mattered. Let them hate me. But the corners of her mouth couldn’t help but flicker upwards. She wouldn’t have been surprised if Noah thought she was heartless and/or a bitch. Maybe he had a right to feel that way about her. But he didn’t, and it made her smile. Her grin faltered and her breath hitched as she felt his hand on her skin. Alice found it genuinely frightening that she liked having it there. Her fingers trembled slightly, fighting the urge to reach up and take his hand. It felt odd, standing there in slippers and looking up at him. It reminded her of taking her heels off after a long day and unwittingly letting her guard down.

She was smiling as she watched Noah and Stanwyck. She didn’t want to find it so endearing, but Alice loved her dog. And her dog loved Noah. Alice’s smile quickly faded into confusion as he stood and spoke. “Why?” she asked him, genuine confusion in her voice. “Why would you want that? What is there about me to deserve?” As far as she was concerned, she’d never been less deserving. She was just some former internet slut who was scared out of her mind and seeing things that weren’t there. “I don’t understand what’s so bad about being Noah Bailey or why you keep trying to vilify yourself.” She could write an essay on all the things she hated about him or all the ways he had hurt her. But she could write a book about all the things she liked, things she loved, about Noah. “There are people who like the kind of guy you are.” And despite her best efforts, she was one of them. 

Alice kept looking over at him as they began to walk. “I could never hate you,” she finally said. “I may have been acting like I did for... a long time. But I don’t.” She turned her attention back to Stanwyck, afraid to see the look in Noah’s eyes. “Honestly, I’m confused. The last time we spoke, you told me I should stay away from you because you were just going to hurt me. But now you’re coming to me, and apologizing, and saying you miss me, and-” she sighed, rubbing her forehead with her free hand. “I want to believe this is the real part, because, I mean-” Alice stopped herself, afraid to say the words. And then finally, in a whisper: “Because I miss you.”

She shook her head and rolled her eyes, failing to hide the smile that was spreading across her face. She never should have mentioned how she was surprised that Stan had taken to him so quickly. “That really went to your head, huh? God, you’d think sleeping with your face right next to a dog’s ass would teach a little humility.” 

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nevaehporter‌:

Nevaeh honestly thought she would never see Alice again. The other girl had gone to such severe lengths to ignore Nevaeh’s calls and texts, and to avoid her, that she figured Alice must’ve had it down to perfection. But there they were, standing across from each other, something so unlikely. Then again, Nevaeh never thought she would find herself tangled up in Alice’s sheets. 

“Yeah,” was the only word Nevaeh could say. Because she did understand. Talking about it was hard, especially when you felt it everywhere and you felt it so much. As much as the art gallery incident had traumatized her, she couldn’t imagine finding a dead body. It probably would’ve broken her more than the art gallery did. Nevaeh tilted her head as she saw Alice’s mouth turn slightly upward. She wasn’t sure if she was smiling or not, but it was a smile she hadn’t seen in so long. One she could see in Instagram pictures and when she closed her eyes. She frowned as Alice asked her question. “Why would I think you were stupid?”

She bit her lip, afraid to elaborate. Even if Nev didn’t think Alice was an idiot, she’d acted like one. She was foolish to think Nevaeh might actually like her. Daisey had made that clear. It was just like her, Alice thought. Developing feelings for a person who was hung up on someone else. And not just any someone, but a someone Alice was close to. The killer had been right. She was second place. She was an understudy in her own life.

Alice frowned back at Nev. It didn’t even seem to occur to her that Alice knew. “Because Daisey was my best friend, and I’d have to be pretty damn dumb to not find out you were in love with her.” She said it slowly, her voice even. She had dropped all traces of jealousy and betrayal in her voice-it was just the facts. At least, as Alice knew them. “I mean, was I a consolation prize?” she asked, her face falling slightly despite her best efforts. It was terrifying to think that she might have seemed like the next best thing after Daisey. 

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You ever notice how soft dog’s ears are? 

That’s all.

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3, 37, 57

3: Do you regret anything?: I regret a lot. I regret the way I behaved for seven years of my life. I regret being a bad friend to multiple people who meant a lot to me. I regret the way I’ve spent a lot of money. I regret most of my sartorial choices before the age of 16. Et cetera, et cetera.

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?: Forgive. I don’t think forgiveness is easy. I don’t alway have it in me, and I don’t always want to. But I think if you can forgive, it’s usually a good thing. Forgetting is harder. Forgetting means you’re not just letting go of the fact that someone hurt you, but you’re basically pretending it didn’t happen. I don’t want to forget.

57: Do you believe in true love?: I don’t know. What even is true love, really? Is it a perfect relationship? Is it not being able to live without someone else? I don’t want that. Is it some feeling that I have yet to experience? I’m not sure. I mean, true love just makes me think of The Princess Bride. Which is a great book and one of my favorite movies, but it’s fiction. Cary Elwes isn’t coming to save me, and maybe that’s for the best.

Although, I will say, sometimes when my parents don’t realize we’re watching, they’ll look at each other, and it’s just like, w o w. 

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I don’t understand how some people are like “Ew, I don’t like old people” and I don’t understand how some people are like “Oh my god I love old people,” because they’re just people. How could you possibly like or dislike everyone over a certain age? Makes no sense.

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🌺 she has a whole phone just for instagram stuff, comprehending photos she's taken in advance so that she can post them when she's not feeling like instagramming something going on on her day !

9/10 like she doesn’t have a separate phone for instagram but she treats it like a job so she will take hundreds of pictures of the same thing and then delete all but 3 of them, and she’ll post pictures all taken on the same day over the course of a week.

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If I had to be a supernatural creature, I’d want to be an elf. But, like, the Cate Blanchett kind of elf. Pointy ears wouldn’t bother me if my skin was that nice.

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the priestess, the emperor, justice !

THE HIGH PRIESTESS: what is your dream date?: Probably just watching movies in bed.

THE EMPEROR: what are some names that you like?: Hmmm. The first that came to mind were Harper and Hazel.

JUSTICE: favorite color of rose?: Pink!

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the empress, the lovers, & the moon !

THE EMPRESS: do you think you will ever get married?: I’m not sure. I’ve never been in a serious relationship so getting married seems pretty foreign. But I like the idea of loving someone so much you want to spend the rest of your life with them.

THE LOVERS: do you have a crush?: I… Yes. I think so, unfortunately. 

THE MOON: have you ever written a love letter?: No. But I have written a hate letter to someone I loved and then just ripped it up and threw it away.

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new ask game send me a 🌻 and ill just tell you whatever the fuck i want

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☀️🌙✨ tarot questions ✨🌙☀️

the fool: do you have any nicknames? the magician: have you ever written a poem or song about somebody else? the high priestess: what is your dream date? the empress: do you think you will ever get married? the emperor: what are some names that you like? the hierophant: do you believe in ghosts? the lovers: do you have a crush? the chariot: thoughts on astrology? strength: what is your dream occupation?  the hermit: what is your favorite soda pop? wheel of fortune: first three songs that come on shuffle? justice: favorite color of rose? the hanged man: favorite movie soundtrack? death: what are three things you want to do before you die? temperance: can you describe a strange dream you’ve had? the devil: do you enjoy thunderstorms? the tower: favorite colors to wear? the star: have you ever seen a psychic? the moon: have you ever written a love letter? the sun: do you believe in magic? judgement: do you enjoy school? the world: do you like waking up early?

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70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

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🌺 Tell me a preconeption/headcanon you have for one of my characters... 🌺

And I’ll rate how accurate it is on a scale of 1 to 10, 1 being way off and 10 being basically canon!

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camcronturner‌:  

cam nodded, accepting the correction. “made.” he couldn’t look her in the eye, because she really had a point. he wasn’t just going to abandon jules, even though jules had apparently abandoned everyone else. maybe it’s because cam always presumes people will drop him. his friendships were typically kind of fleeting, but… but the bond most of the thirty had forged felt different. they were tied together, for better or worse. like… like family. cam had his own family, obviously, but this felt… close to it. people pushed together not by choice, but by fate. “maybe it’s not different,” he finally admits. “i guess i just… the entire time i thought that anyone who figured it out would hate me.” it was almost fortunate that his secret came out in these circumstances; it seemed hypocritical to cut cam off when you yourself were a killer or a thief. in some weird way, alice’s logic made sense. he was the most innocent-looking person at that party, so he might have the least offensive secret. did… did that make cam a bad person, because he would have gone in the opposite direction? to expose a person who deserved it? and who was he to decide who deserved it? he ran his hands over his face, trying to calm down, giving a weak laugh. “i didn’t suggest anything,” cam admits. “which… maybe i should have, i don’t know. but… but giving it some time feels right.” cam rubbed his hands together, looking up at alice sheepishly. “sorry i was… so mean to you, just now. we’re in this together.” for better or for worse. 

Cam’s words made Alice smile. Just a small one, her lips upturned crookedly. But she couldn’t help it. “I thought people would hate me too. I thought they would think I was disgusting or something. And maybe they do,” she shrugged. “Maybe people are thinking terrible things about me and saying shit behind my back and I just don’t know it. But it doesn’t feel like that. It feels like people don’t really care. Or they’re too scared about their own secrets being exposed to pay attention.” She looked at Cam, trying to read the emotion on his face. “There’s a demented silver lining for you. You don’t have to worry about people finding out anymore.” Alice frowned. Cam didn’t need to apologize to her. She needed to apologize to him. But that wasn’t easy for her. It required a certain vulnerability that only came easy to her on stage. She had just said the words moments ago, but it was one thing to talk about an apology to a person who wasn’t there. It was another to give one and mean it. “If that’s your idea of mean, you must be forgetting who you’re talking to.” She chewed on her lip for a moment, nervous. “I’m sorry, that I was kind of an asshole to you. Or, more than kind of. It took me a lot longer than it should’ve to realize that being selectively nice isn’t actually being nice. And I probably should’ve told you that.” She let out a long breath, the flush on her face from cheering now replaced by one of embarrassment. “But yeah, I guess we are in this together.”

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bailcyss‌:

noah nodded slightly and pressed his lips together because he didn’t know what else to say. it wasn’t like he could blame her for not knowing what she meant to him. he took careful, calculated measures to make sure that she never knew exactly the hold she had on his heart. alice kibler was probably the only proof that noah even had one, and she would never know. “well,” his lips finally parted, and he jammed his hands into the pockets of his jeans, “i am. i got the text, and…i just had to make sure that you were okay.” 

he scrubbed his hands over his face and turned his gaze towards his shoes as he bit back a grown. he didn’t come here to have this conversation––he never wanted to have this conversation. he didn’t know how to talk to her anymore; funny, how a person who knew more about him than anyone in the world could be so foreign to him, now. that was the human condition, he supposed; everything had an expiration date. “it’s not like we were really together,” noah muttered under his breath, but he couldn’t make eye contact with her. he was scared that she’d see the lie in her own reflection. 

a groan managed to worm its way past his lips this time as he scratched at his cheek, taking a small step backwards and throwing his hands in the air. “what do you want, alice? do you want me to stay?” he thought about waiting for her to actually answer, but he didn’t know what he would do when she said no, so he shook his head slightly and continued without taking a breath, “i think you’ve made it pretty clear that you can’t stand to be around me anymore, so i thought that i was doing you a favor by leaving as soon as possible. i mean, i never should’ve come here in the first place.” he licked his bottom lip, and his anger deflated as he watched the minute tremors in her facial expression. “what do you want, alice? just tell me what you want, and i’ll do it.” 

Alice shrugged. “Well, I’m fine.” It didn’t come out as naturally as she had hoped. Her ability to lie was growing weaker by the day. It was especially difficult when she was lying to someone she wanted desperately to tell the truth to. “Now everyone knows what a heartless bitch I am.” She watched him struggle, unsure what to do while he searched for something to say. And then Noah said that. He was good with words, and even better at using words as weapons. Alice wasn’t sure if he even knew the effect they could have. Because that felt like a knife to the gut. It was true, they were never really together. They were just a lie she told herself for far too long. Instead of nursing her wound, Alice laughed. There was no way she could respond to that verbally. 

Over the unnatural sound of her laughter she heard the soft chime of tags jingling together. Stanwyck had awoken and would be excited by the prospect of anyone at the door, but especially someone who’s scent was as familiar as Noah’s. Suddenly he was there, twentyish pounds of scraggly fur and dog and love, running past Alice and stopping at Noah’s feet. She sighed. “I don’t know what I want. Neither do you. I mean you definitely don’t act like it.” It all came out matter of factly, like she was too tired to imbue her words with any trace of emotion. She grabbed a jacket off the wall, wrapping it around herself like a shield from both the cold and their conversation. “Of course I can’t stand to be around you. It-” It hurt too much. How he couldn’t see that was beyond her. 

Her face was now scrunched up in a concentrated effort not to cry. She knelt down, head bowed so the pain on her face wasn’t visible. Soon Stanwyck had his harness and leash on, and Alice had slung a bag over her shoulder and slipped her feet into some shoes. She stood back up, avoiding his gaze while she failed to contort her face into a seemingly normal expression. She couldn’t say what she wanted. She wanted him to tell her that everything was going to be fine, that none of the chaos in their lives or in between them actually mattered. She wanted him to pull her in for a hug and never let go. And she wanted him to leave, because she knew it would happen eventually, and if it happened sooner rather than later, it might not break her clean in half. “I don’t know,” Alice repeated. She stepped outside, ignoring the autumn air that usually chilled her to the bone. “I need to walk Stan,” she explained, shutting her front door behind her. It seemed absolutely crazy to her, but she actually did want him there. She wasn’t entirely sure why. “Just... walk with me?”

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camcronturner‌:

he pulled a frown at that, staring down at his feet. people liked cam? maybe in, like, a puppy dog way, but he didn’t think many people respected him, or took him seriously. it wasn’t like he had all that much to lose. but alice… he was surprised people were decent to alice, though he wondered what she meant by “decent”. but, because he didn’t feel like being compliant, he argued, “there’s a difference; you make money doing something perfectly legal, and i made money doing something illegal that put someone in prison.” he shook his head, regretting it as soon as he said it. “never mind, that… that has nothing to do with it.” he pressed his lips together, averting his eyes. he had to admit; alice had a point. “it had to be someone,” he agreed. “but… but why inseong? he never did anything to anybody. he never hurt you, ever.” if cam were forced to pick someone, he’d have to dig deep within the dark part of himself, try to figure out who deserved it, if anyone deserved it. but inseong still deserved it the least. “you don’t need to apologize to me, you need to apologize to inseong. you didn’t know if the secret would put him in danger or not.”

“Made,” Alice corrected him. “I made money that way. Past tense.” It felt important to her that people knew that, and she suddenly became frightened by the idea that most of the list thought she was still doing it. She bit the inside of her cheek, unsure if there was anything she could do about it. “Dude,” Alice said, before lowering her voice to a whisper. “Zar literally killed someone. Have any of his friends turned their back on him? No. Have people stopped talking to him? No. I mean,” she shrugged, “we both just found out our friends and roommates also killed people. I don’t know about you, but I’m not going to turn my back on Vi. Not now, when she probably needs people most. I don’t know if she wants that, but that’s a different story. And I highly doubt you’re planning on ending your friendship with Julian. So tell me,” she said, looking at Cam with her eyes wide. “Why would it be different for you? Why would people be against you for making the wrong choice to help your family?” Maybe she was a bad person. Maybe she was supposed to think Cam had done a terrible thing. Alice sighed, and then became very quiet. Yes, Alice, why? Because he’s rich and you’re jealous? She was trying to make Cam think she wasn’t a total bitch, and none of that would help. “In the post, they said they were quoting me directly and that I chose him because of his costume. I checked later, it was an exact quote. But they left out the most important part. I said that he was dressed as a bunny, so his secret must not be that bad. I took a gamble, hoping that he was as innocent as he looked. And I was right.” She shook her head. “I will apologize. But I feel like I should give him a little time... How long did you suggest Jules wait before apologizing to Angel for picking her?”