She blinks at him. “The fuck does that mean, ‘your world’?”
Athena narrows her eyes at him. “Oh fuck me, you’re not some crazy doomsday prepper or something, are you? I mean if you were you’d probably be living for this shit—” she gestures at their surroundings “—but still.”
She lifts one shoulder in a shrug. “Same way any WASP-y suburb treats a seventeen-year-old felon, I guess? My aunt’s cool, the high school’s mostly cool, Jeff’s cool, and everybody thinks I’m a freak.”
Athena throws her hands up in a gesture that’s energetically noncommittal. “I mean, I’m from Philly, so they’re not wrong.”
She’s technically not from Philadelphia either, in the strictest sense, but it was always, always more home than New York.
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Athena narrows her eyes at him. “Oh fuck me, you’re not some crazy doomsday prepper or something, are you? I mean if you were you’d probably be living for this shit—” she gestures at their surroundings “—but still.”
She lifts one shoulder in a shrug. “Same way any WASP-y suburb treats a seventeen-year-old felon, I guess? My aunt’s cool, the high school’s mostly cool, Jeff’s cool, and everybody thinks I’m a freak.”
Athena throws her hands up in a gesture that’s energetically noncommittal. “I mean, I’m from Philly, so they’re not wrong.”
She’s technically not from Philadelphia either, in the strictest sense, but it was always, always more home than New York.