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Rational thoughts and alcohol don’t mix.
personally i think that’s the only time rational thought are made
they have an unlimited supply of alcohol.
uh oh ooh oh
There’s a one hundred percent chance I’ll never see her after tonight,
so actually
Having curly hair fucking sucks sometimes. Most of the time, it works in my favor, but occasionally it doesn’t.
mine quite literally never is on my side
“Welcome to Florida.” He drops his hand, wiping the stray drop away. “Where the weather is unpredictable as fuck.”
ain’t that the truth
Two Years Later…
i knew it was coming and it still pissed me off
“I’m Jagger,” the guy sitting next to Polly says, a playful smile on his lips.
do you got moves?
Jagger kept insisting he knew me even though I told him I’d never met him in my life.
jagger is right indeed
“Aren’t you a ray of sunshine? Matter of fact, I like that, Sunshine. It’s fitting, don’t you think? Instead of The Grim, they should call you Sunshine.” He beams and records the food he ordered. “You know it’d be a pity if you didn’t wake up tomorrow.”
i like landon
His eyes shift and narrow on the tattoo wrapped around my forearm. I quickly hide it behind my other arm but realize now that I gave myself away. Surely, he couldn’t have figured it out.
does this bitch have her face tattooed on him
“Just some girl, yet her face is tattooed on your arm,” he dryly retorts, his tone patronizing.
fucking called it
Our junior point guard, Theodore Jackson Kingston, also known as TJ, has a child with Louise Larson.
how the hell these bitches know
“A six-foot-six, from Miami, Florida, he wears number six. Ladies and gentlemen, TJ Kingston!”
6”6???? holy shit
“Oh my gosh, stop being stubborn!” She shakes my arm and attempts to pull me inside. “Get inside!” A cold shiver runs down my spine, and I shift from one knee to the other as the gravel digs into them. Despite that, I stay rooted to the ground, staring up at the pretty girl who’s flipped my world upside down.
oh my good marry him
I’ve learned a few things about Phoenix, like he’s potty trained,
a 18 months is potty trained??? i call bs
“You’re with Lauren.” Despite her smile softening, I hear the resentment in her voice.
bitch idk a lauren.
“Hey, guys. Whoa, Landon, I hope that’s fake blood.” “Unfortunately,” he begrudgingly replies and leans on the bar countertop, signaling for the bartender.
i actually love him
Everyone, including Alexia, follows along.
bitch you weren’t invited
One point. We won by one point.
an inch or a mile babe. a wins a win
“Stop. I don’t want to do this.” The weight of everything slowly starts to pile on top of my head. I feel a sharp pulse hammer around my head. “I don’t want to argue. I told you I’m done.”
i swear to fuck. it better not have
“Because most girls love it when guys are good with kids. Especially if it’s kids they’re related too. And Daisy loves Nix more than anything in this world, so if she loves him, she’ll love me for loving him.” If that doesn’t scream delusional, I don’t know what will.
honestly though it makes sense
“Well, this was fun.” A faint smile ghosts Landon’s face. “But?” Jayden looks at him. “But what?” “Shouldn’t you say better luck next time?” He blankly stares at us. “No. This isn’t luck. I’m just better.”
i actually love him
“I have an idea.” Landon stands from the couch, and before I question him, he goes upstairs and comes back in a flash with his guitar. “Cover the kid’s ears,” he instructs. I stare at him, confused, but cover them regardless. “Why do you—” “If any of you dumb fucks record me or make a single comment, I will make your pitiful lives miserable for the rest of the year. And do not fucking test me.” His eyes bounce between all of us, making sure we understand that it’s not a threat but a promise.
he plays the guitar??? wtf i want him
“What the fuck just happened?” Daisy’s voice snaps us all out of our trance.
my thoughts exactly
“Turn it on.” Those three words trigger something inside of me like a switch. My finger works fast, turning the camera on, and I press the button to record. My dick jerks up, tenting my jeans and nudging her ass.
turn it the fuck off. something tells me alexias bitch ass is gonna get revenge
“Da-Daddy.” He smiles, clapping his hands, proud of himself. “Did you just call me—” My eyes flicker to Lola, who’s already staring at me with the same giddy smile he’s sporting. “He just called me daddy.”
i’d fucking cry
“I’m not going to declare for the draft. I’ve decided I’m going to wait until next year.”
i am BEGGING you guys to just talk to each other
Holy fucking shit! Jagger just made a half court shot!
FUCK YEAH JAGGER
