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262 pages, Kindle Edition
First published December 29, 2012
“Are you there, God? It's me, Layla. I know I just jerked off some guy who is not even my boyfriend in the bathroom of this crappy, brown house. But if you could find a way to kill me quickly and painlessly within the next ten seconds, I promise to never touch another penis again. Well, I'll be dead, so, I guess I promise not to whore it up in heaven. Which, of course is where you'll be sending me, right? I mean I'd hate to think you'd deny me an eternity behind your pearly gates just because of one impetuous handjob. Thank you. Sincerely, Layla Warren. Amen.”
You're beautiful. The kind of beautiful that doesn't go away. Do you even know how beautiful you are?
”Layla! Trip’s here. Please put some clothes on before coming down"
"Years before Trip Wiley could be seen on movie screens all over the world, he could be seen in the desk behind me in my high school English class."
"Are you there, God? It's me, Layla. I know I just jerked off some guy who is not even my boyfriend in the bathroom of this crappy, brown house. But if you could find a way to kill me quickly and painlessly within the next ten seconds, I promise to never touch another penis again. Well, I'll be dead so, I guess I promise not to whore it up in heaven. Which, of course is where you'll be sending me, right? I mean, I'd hate to think you'd deny me an eternity behind your pearly gates just because of one impetuous hang job. Thank you. Sincerely, Layla Warren. Amen."
Most of the time, the purposes of a high school party were to socialize, drink and hook up. The latter of which I was reminded of while waiting in line for the bathroom as Coop Benedict tried to stick his tongue in my ear...
"He your boyfriend?"
I stammered out, "Uh, no. God, no. Why'd you think that?"
Trip raised an eyebrow. "I don't know... Maybe because I saw him tonsil-deep in your ear a few minutes ago and yet he still has his balls."
“No, Layla. I won't stop." He moved closer, cradling my head to his chest before continuing. "I know you're leaving and I would never try to keep you from going, and I guess I have my own path to follow as well. But don't ever ask me to stop loving you, because I can't. Don't ever think I'll be able to forget you, because I won't.”
"Is there anything so powerful as the love of two teenagers bring ripped apart?"
“Be happy. Wherever you wind up. And know that I'll be thinking of you, wherever I am.”
Oh, the drama! Is there anything so powerful as the love of two teenagers being ripped apart?
“Don’t ever ask me to stop loving you, because I can’t. Don’t ever think I’ll be able to forget you, because I won’t.”