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“Are you seriously trying to have a dick measuring contest with me? I assure you, I may be a girl, but mine’s bigger.”
despite being happy with my body and being comfortable in my own skin, my insecurities still claw their way out into the light of day from time to time.
the number on the scale, is more indicative of my value as a person than who I am as an individual.
Is it too much to ask to be loved for who I am by my own
You are not and will not become the product of her problems.
therapy. I want to help people like her and maybe, in the process, save little girls from a life like I’ve led due to my mother’s issues.
Twelve-year-old me is screaming with glee because I’m kissing Daire Hendricks. Twenty-one-year-old-me hates that I like it.
it pisses me off that if I were a guy sleeping with half the cheerleading squad, I’d be applauded, yet because I’m a girl sleeping with athletes, I’m looked at as a slut even by the guys who use me for sex.
“Why would you need diet pills? Your body is perfect.”
“I can’t believe we’re watching Barbie movies like we’re eight,” I say, adjusting the pillow behind me. She laughs and pops a piece of popcorn into her mouth. “You never get too old for Barbie.” I point a finger at her. “Facts.”
Being rich isn’t an excuse to be a dick,
Petal? My blood heats at the word. At the implication. There’s a crunching sound, like she’s chewing. Then she clears her throat. “Don’t call me that.” My brother has a pet name for my wife? I don’t like that. Not one bit.
“You are so fucking hot and cold, Daire. I can’t read you. I turned him down because you’re the one I always had a big, dumb crush on. Not him, or Roman, or any of your brothers. Just … you. You fucking idiot.”
I’m not interested in your brother, even if he likes me. He wouldn’t be you, and I’m not cruel enough to make him second best.”
I know exactly what it’s like to have feelings for someone and not have them reciprocated.
A truly good friend is a rarity;
All I’ve ever wanted is to love and be loved in return.
“I might not know exactly what those girls were saying to you, but I can guess. I wanted to show them you’re mine.”
“Because I was in love with you!” Rosie screams, throwing her arms out. Her knuckles hit the window, and she winces, then cradles her right hand in her left. “Everyone knew.” Her voice is softer, her arms wrapping protectively around her body again. “Everyone but you.”
“I’m used to it.” His gaze softens, and he sets the phone on the table. Slowly, he cups my cheek. With a soothing stroke of his thumb, he says, “You shouldn’t be used to that. No one should.” “Well,” I drop my eyes, “I am and I’m fine.” “No.” Finger on my chin, he tips my chin up, forcing me to meet his eye. “You’re not. It’s okay to admit when someone hurts you. You’ve certainly given me hell all these years.”
“Love is scary as fuck,” Jude pipes in. “But it’s worth it, man. With the right person, it’s worth it.”
“When a man tells you to ride his face, you ride his goddamn face, you hear me?”
I rub my thumb against the thick band on my ring finger. I like it there. I like the message it gives. That I’m taken. That I belong to her.
He grabs my hand and presses it against his rapidly beating heart. “It’s yours. No one else’s.” He cups my cheek, inhaling the breath I exhale. “I love you.”
