She took the fat marker and put it in her pocket.
“But you’ll get caught!” Sarah was always the good one. She had her own safety to worry about, and wasn’t ready to have a cohort get taken out either.
“Nah, it’s just a marker, they won’t even notice it’s gone.” Jane whispered.
Jane’s dark eyeliner was starting to smudge. It was somewhat obvious she’d spent the morning losing the battle with crying. Her boyfriend was being a dick again, as usual, and she was taking the heat.
“I’m so sick of him hurting you” Sarah mumbled. She knew Jane wouldn’t listen to the weight of those words, though.
They walked out, the marker burning a hole in Jane’s pocket.
“You don’t understand, Sarah. I HAVE to do this!”