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CHAPTER THREE
[3]
song: my name is dark by grimes

A curfew was put in place until further notice they said. It was a nicer way of saying we can't fucking catch this guy so just stay inside.

And everyone obeyed for the most part. Stay in a group of at least three people after sunset, and be off of the streets by 9. It was weird seeing the OBX so quiet during the summer time. Even weirder as everyone thought they were next in line to be brutally murdered.

Camila had been spending the nights at Summer's, as she was too afraid to sleep on her own. "It's totally Celine." Camila says, lying on Summer's bed and scrolling through her phone.

Summer stood in her mirror, taking pictures of herself with an old digital camera. "You really think Celine could've done all that to Tyler?" Summer scoffs, admiring her reflection. "The girl barely eats. He would've snapped her arms like twigs."

Camila thought for a second. "She was always jealous of you and Tyler. Holly was just at the wrong place at the wrong time."

"Oh god, Camila, give it up." Summer turns around to face the girl. "It was just some Pogue who wanted to feel some sort of power in their life, alright? They've probably already OD'd in the marsh somewhere."

"Summer you can't say that." Camila frowns.

The blonde sends her a nasty look. "What are they gonna do?" She says. "Kill me?"

Camila swallows, quieting down. She leans up off the bed. "Well..." She hesitates, knowing this was gonna get a bad reaction out of Summer. "Do you think this is a good idea?"

Summer walks past her bed and over to her vanity, sitting down and applying a swipe of lip gloss, ignoring Camila's question.

"Summer?"

"Yes?" Summer says impatiently, looking at her friend through the mirror.

"I don't think we should go to this thing." Camila frowns, worriedly. "What if the cops come— what if—"

"If you want to stay here alone and get murdered, be my guest." Summer says, standing up and walking to her closet. "I'm sick of sitting in here all night and doing nothing."

Camila shakes her head, looking at the blonde like she was some strange anomaly. "Aren't you scared?"

Summer picks out a purse. A pink, vintage Dior she'd stolen from her step-mom's closet. "Why would I be scared?"

Camila just assumed that Summer's way of coping was pretending that nothing happened. The girl had barely spoken about it, and when she had, it had been to talk about how Holly was a fake friend, and to say that maybe if she wasn't fucking other people's boyfriends, she wouldn't be dead right now.

Summer let's out a frustrated sigh, realizing she'd been too harsh. "There's nothing to worry about. There's safety in numbers, remember?"

Camilla shrugged a bit.

"Can we go now?"

Camila stood off the bed, slipping her feet back into her shoes and checking her reflection in the mirror quickly, before making her way to the window that she'd snuck out of plenty times before.