Page 134 of Sincerely, Butterfly

“Long story, but I kind of told them I slept with three guys from high school.”

Callie gapes at me. “Why would you do that?”

“I don’t know, I panicked.”

She bursts out laughing. “Oh, honey, you just signed their death certificates.”

“No.” I shake my head. “No way.”

“Babe.” She grabs onto my shoulders. “They killed your high school teacher for you.”

“Yeah, but that guy tried to rape me. These guys never did anything.” Okay, sure, they made a few gross comments in the past, but other than that, they just ignored me.

“No. But they believe you slept with them.”

“So?” I ask.

“My sweet, sweet bestie. The guys might have their heads up their ass when it comes to claiming you as theirs, but it doesn’t change the fact that they’ve been obsessed with you since we were kids. Just because they don’t believe they could ever have you, doesn't mean they don’t want you.”

“You think they would actually kill those guys for sleeping with me?”

“I would bet my left tit on it.” She nods her head.

“Why not your right one?” My brow furrows.

“Because that one is more perky. It’s the best one I got.”

“Fair.”

“Anyways. Yeah, so they’re dead.” Callie nods. “See, this is why you’re so perfect for one another. You kill anyone they touch, and they kill anyone who touches you. Even if they didn’t actually touch you,” Callie laughs. “Still, it’s a match made in heaven. Now you all just need to come together and be one big fucked up little family.”

“That is the goal,” I giggle. “Soon! But hey, this is good, right?”

“Totally.” She nods. “It means they’re starting to see you differently. Whatever you're doing, keep doing it.”

“I’d love to. If I knew what the fuck I was doing to get these kinds of reactions out of them,” I mutter. “I’m clueless, Callie.”

“It’s okay.” Callie loops her arm through mine. “I still love you.”

Laughing, we head over to the drink table and get Callie another drink.

We’re there for another hour when I start to grow worried. Callie said she wasn’t feeling good and needed some air. I asked if she wanted me to go with her, but she said no. Said if she puked, she didn’t want anyone to see her like that.

Not sure why that matters. I’ve dissected bodies before, a little puke is nothing to me. But she already looked miserable, so I didn’t want to argue with her.

Now, I’m growing worried. I don’t care what she said, I’m going to find her.

I head out of the house and look for any sight of her.

That's when I hear the sound of puking and cringe. It could be anyone, seeing as how half the people here are blitzed out of their minds, but it’s better to check.

When I round the corner, I find her bent over, her whole body shaking as she pukes into the bushes.

What I didn’t expect to see was Batman standing next to her, rubbing her back.

“Is she okay?” I ask.

“Noooo,” Callie whines. “Go away. You can’t see me like this.”