Riot Act (Crooked Sinners)

by Callie Hart

The idea that I might get my cock sucked by a hot nurse while Chase is still recovering from her injuries two floors below me is somehow unacceptable.

But…a part of me doesn’t even care. I don’t need him to be someone else for me. I need him to be every inch himself

“Tomato. Tomahhhto.” She exaggerates the difference between the pronunciations, trying to drive her erroneous point home. “You say mouth-to-mouth. I say first base. Let's call a spade a spade.”

SHES SO CUTE

This girl really does want to die.

LMAO

“But that's the thing, Pax. When all a person has ever known is misery...it's what they come to expect. Soon, they feed on it, because it's the only sustenance they know. Eventually, their misery becomes their strength. They can endure so much more than anyone else. You'll be surprised by what I can endure now. And once the surprise has worn off, you'll see that you're powerless to hurt me. I told you the truth in the dining hall. There really is nothing left of me to hurt.”

At no point did he wash me off of him. And he was still wearing the friendship bracelet.

AHHHHH

I watch the scene with melancholy detachment. Alone. Other. Outside. Apart from.

MY SWEET BABY ANGEL YOU DESERVE THE ENTIRE WORLD AND MORE

IM ACTUALLY IN LOVE WITH HER

She could never hurt me.

I don’t want any more gifts from you. I don’t want my mind to be fixed on you when the sun comes up and when it goes down. I don’t want to be sitting here, getting randomly high with you in the middle of the afternoon, when I could literally be anywhere else.

I glance over at Dami sharply, venom rising up the back of my throat. I’m gonna remember that nasty, snide little remark.

Neither does Chase. We’re so fixed on each other that neither of us are seeing much of anything else at all.

The truth is that she’s way more than a friend to me and the both of us know it.

I take a photo of her, suspending the lens directly over her where she lies, tucked into the fetal position, and I know innately that it will be my favorite photo of all time; it could come out blurry as hell and super under exposed and I’ll never take a better one.

obvious. I have feelings for Chase. Big ones. Scary ones. Run-away-and-hide-in-a-dark-closet feelings.

how my friends don’t need me the way I need them, and how I’m probably going to be a terrible father, and how I’ll probably never be able to open up to anyone the way I’m opening up to you right now.”

“When I’m around you. I don’t need the distraction of a video game or a camera in my hand. My head is quiet.”

“The path of least resistance doesn’t always mean taking the easiest option. Sometimes…it means that your soul finds its way home, toward something it loves, after you’ve held it back for too fucking long. So…do with that what you will, I guess.”

I want you to be mine. I—I’m fucking in love with you, Chase. I want to learn how to show you that. I want to make you fucking believe it. ”

“Can you deal with that, Chase? Do you think you can handle being loved by me? ’Cause I don’t think I can handle being without you anymore.”

“I’d find a way to rip the goddamn moon right out of the sky if you begged me for it,”

He rests his forehead against mine, unblinking, as if he’s too scared to blink for fear that I might disappear or something. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Presley.”

I just want her to know that this is happening. That…she fucking has me, okay.