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“Well, I’ve been passionate about stuff—interior design, psychology, ballet, swimming. The problem is, it never sticks. I lose interest quickly. I haven’t found a long-term passion yet, I suppose.”
same girl
“Oh, I get it. I was wasting my time trying to sell you on her. You were already sold.” His gray eyes light up gleefully. “You have a thing for Dean’s sister.”
dude he clocked that quick
I have a temper, yes, but my anger usually comes out in a fiery burst and then dissolves almost instantly.
same
Now I’m dreading it. My unicorn is no longer a unicorn. He’s a judgmental donkey.
BHANAHAN
“Hey, I might burn down sorority houses, but I’m an old-fashioned girl at heart.”
i’m oddly relating a lot to summer
The only downside is that I now have to live with the guy I kissed. And the guy who, at one point, I’d desperately wanted to kiss. And Hollis, but he’s harmless because I haven’t kissed him nor have I ever wanted to.
hahahaha i LOVE her
I’m not a fan of my own thoughts. They tend to be a jumble of insecurity, mixed with self-doubt, a splash of inner critic, and a sprinkling of misplaced over-confidence. It’s a fucked-up place, my mind.
i’m gonna cry i honestly vibe with summer so much, she’s my favorite character
Which one of my roommates is making such a ruckus? I must know this in order to know who I’ll be murdering.
real
He searches my face for a few seconds. Then his eyes take on a gleam of determination. Oh no. I’m starting to recognize that expression. “You know what, we’re dealing with this right fucking now.” He takes a menacing step forward. “’Scuse us, Mike.” “Naw, man, this was just getting good!” I hold up my hands in a defensive pose as Fitz edges toward me. “Don’t you dare,” I caution. “Don’t you fucking—” I’m being flung over his shoulder before I can finish that sentence. Un-frigging-believable! “How is this happening again?” I shriek.
HAHAHAHAHA
I cross my arms tight to my chest. “Say that again. I dare you.” She flashes a smug smile. “You’re. A. Slut.” I might have let it go. I really might’ve. If she hadn’t stepped forward and flicked her razor fingernails against my cheek in a mocking, dismissive gesture that turns my vision into a haze of red. I launch myself at her.
i would do the same thing but make her punch first
