so much love, lost in a crowd

[dysmorphics]

(Brooklyn girls) They like to talk tough
(Brooklyn girls) They shine in the rough
(Brooklyn girl) Hold on, I'm coming for you
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[dysmorphics]

"See you tomorrow!" Steph called over her shoulder as the shop door closed and she hurried to join the sea of people on the busy Brooklyn sidewalk without so as much as a glance back. Her shift was supposed to have been over twenty minutes ago, but Nico had called in sick and Mrs. Davis had to figure out how to keep the shop open on her own for the rest of the afternoon. Now Steph had ten minutes to make it to the library, where she was meeting Peter for a school project.

She'd barely turned the corner when she heard it: a plea for help, easily swallowed by the myriad of noises around her. She skidded to a halt, squeezing her blue eyes shut as she considered the situation. It only took a second. Despite the fact that she was already running late to her appointment, she turned on her heel and strode into the alley, right into a group of rowdy boys harassing a young woman not much older than her.

"Hey asshole! Pick on someone your own size!" she yelled, as if she wasn't a scrawny college girl struggling with asthma and several other illnesses. She definitely wasn't thinking about that when she pulled her backpack off her and threw it at the nearest troublemaker. As it had at least one thick hardback inside, the backpack knocked the boy forward when it made contact with his head.

Oh shit, she thought when the boy, then his companions, turned toward her and swore to make her pay for her intrusion. Well, no backing out now. She lifted her fists in front of her face, all the while hoping the lady would get the hint and make herself scarce. Then Steph was going to run like hell outta here.