Previously: Tessa discovered Hardin’s super secret and precious copy of Wuthering Heights.
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Samantha: As Tessa flees the horror house lair, she starts to cry. There’s some more whining about how awful college/parties/roommates are. I know we’re trying to pad out these recaps a little but I also don’t want to lose readers from boredom.
Marines: Us trying to write words but not lose readers:
Samantha: Tessa starts thinking about what a doo doo head Hardin is and makes a weird jump in logic: Hardin is rude and mean and so cannot enjoy reading literature. What? Listen, I was also an English major and trust me, you don’t have to be a nice person to read high brow.
Also, jerks like Hardin probably over identify with Heathcliffe and his misunderstood crimes or whatever.
Tessa can’t find Nate or Zed (the guy she just met and thus felt weird to be included here) so her plan is to sleep on the floor… somewhere? Uh. I know this was probably before Uber but you can’t call a cab?
Mari: Also, just because you cannot find them at this very instant, like 30 minutes into the party, doesn’t mean you are doomed to sleep on the floor, girl. GIRL.
Samantha: She finds the bathroom that Steph was puking in earlier and sits down. She calls Noah again and this time he’s available for a pity party. She fills him in on attending the party with Steph. (M: He took a break from lining his lips and bathing in cologne.) Noah can’t believe she would go somewhere with someone like that and just. Omg.
…the scorn in his voice irritates me. I wanted him to tell me it will be okay, that tomorrow is a new day, something positive and encouraging. Something not so judgmental and harsh.
Listen, Noah is being an ass for sure, but you mean judgmental like you’ve been since we opened this weirdly chaptered book?!?!?! It sure feels shitty, huh? Of course someone starts jiggling the door handle and it’s just such a mystery who it could be. Tessa smears her eyeliner with (probably cheap, the bastards) toilet paper before she opens the door. Glaring green eyes await her on the other side. Man, this really is a haunted murder house. Happy Post Halloween, Traumateers!
Next time on After: Tessa goes head to head with the mad eyes in Chapter 11.
I'm a 28 year old graduated English major and almost librarian. I can often be found singing too loudly (poorly) in the car or spending some time (hours) on Tumblr. I am a lover of Harry Potter, the Spice Girls, and too many other things.
I'm a 30-something south Floridan who loves the beach but cannot swim. Such is my life, full of small contradictions and little trivialities. My main life goals are never to take life too seriously, but to do everything I attempt seriously well. After that, my life goals devolve into things like not wearing pants and eating all of the Zebra Cakes in the world. THE WORLD.
