Binding 13 (Boys of Tommen, #1)

by Chloe Walsh

My eyes were too big for my face

felt this

What I lacked in the height and breast departments, I liked to think I made up for in maturity. I was levelheaded and an old soul.

double felt

I once read somewhere that we mature with damage, not with age.

I suppose watching the shitstorm that was my parents’ relationship unravel had put me off the prospect of teaming up with another human for life. If my parents’ relationship was a representation of love, then I wanted no part of it.

Everyone had laughed, and I think in that moment I had hated the ones laughing at my pain more than the ones causing it.

A genuine smile and a nice personality went a long way.

I had a feeling that her pretty face would be cemented in the fore point of my mind for a very long time.

My classes were all honors subjects and I had always been A+ to A– average in all of them with the exception of science, where I was a reluctant C student. I just hated that fucking subject.

real fuck science

“Boys with pretty eyes and big muscles mess everything up for girls,”

true

I hated humans. They were such a disappointment.

Real

needed to stop letting the fear take ahold of me. I was entitled to stick up for myself.

might come from a decent area, but my parents work hard for everything they have. They came from nothing and built themselves up.”

If music healed the brokenhearted, then the lyrics of this song soothed my soul.

“You are so concerned with fighting the bullies at school, Mam,” I sobbed, tears streaming down my cheeks, “when the biggest bully of them all lives under this roof.”