“This is weird, sorry,” he says, voice a little bitter. He fiddles with his fork and looks up at them from beneath his lashes. Steve clatters his lunch tray to the dingy cafeteria table and sits, hunching over a little, like he can use his shoulders as a shield against the whispers and glances. Nancy flicks a glance at Jonathan, who looks similarly surprised. She doesn’t know if she’s more surprised to see him standing here in front of their table, or here in the cafeteria at all. “Is this seat taken?” He shifts his weight awkwardly, grimacing a little. Stats: Published: Completed: Words: 30890 Chapters: 7/7 Comments: 144 Kudos: 741 Bookmarks: 220 Hits: 5488Ĭhapter Text ONE - Nancy Wheeler November 1984
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