Sarah stared at the outstretched hand. She grimaced, "Ew, you been smoking crack?" she asked, taking in the red rimmed eyes and the pasty skin of the guy in front of her. "Hi, Jay, I guess." she said, begrudgingly, belatedly remembering her manners. She brushed past him and tried to hurry down the street. He felt in step next to her.<br/><br/>"Go away," she hissed at him." I'm not telling you anything, even if I did know something. You don't know shit about me, so don't try to act like you do. Who I know or don't know, what I talk about or don't, is none of your business." Her tone was icy but her mind was whirring with a sense of panic.<br/><br/>He tried to edge in protest but Sarah cut him off with a cutting motion of her hand.<br/>"My life has been pretty damn good lately and I don't want some lunatic to interrupt that." She raised her hand and waved at Molly.<br/><br/>"Going to hang with my BFF. Later, Loser."<br/><br/>and Sarah raced off down the street.