Marked - Chapter 17 Sporking

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Shakily, I wiped the back of my hand across my mouth and then stumbled away from the puke spot (I refused to even consider what I puked up and how it must have looked) until I came to a giant oak that had grown so close to the wall that half of its branches hung over the other side of it. I leaned against the tree, concentrating on not getting sick again.

What had I done? What was happening to me?

Then, from somewhere in the limbs of the oak I heard a meow. Okay, it wasn't really your normal, average, catlike meow. It was more like a grumpy, "me-eeh-ufme-eef-uf-snort.”

Oh, great. Even Zoey’s fucking cat is a Mary Sue. Because she can’t be your normal, average cat, can she? And what kind of a sound is that? That’s not a cat, it’s some kind of alien.

…

Maybe it’s the Thing, and we’ll get to see Zoey be gruesomely eviscerated!

 

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Marked - Chapter 18 Sporking

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

"Are you okay?”

Do you really want me to answer that?

"Yeah, I'm okay. Totally. Fine." I lied.

"You don't look fine," Erik said. "Mind if I sit down?”

"No, go ahead," I said listlessly. I knew my nose was bright red. I'd definitely been snotting on myself when he walked up, and I had the sneaking suspicion he'd witnessed at least part of the nightmare between Heath and me.

Kayla? Kayla who?

 

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