Under Locke

by Mariana Zapata

"You're kind of old, Dex. It doesn't make sense." "Old?" he coughed. I swear it seemed like his eyebrows managed to climb all the way up to his hairline in indignation. I shrugged. "I'm not old."

"Thought I was gonna throw up on the fuckin' table."

hes such a delicate little flower

There was a cluster of black vests

arent matching vests a little nerdy

kissing my neck with more than just his tongue and lips.

w....what else is there?

Quitting wasn't a part of my DNA.

wasn't it tho

wait you should like take the air out of his tires or something

"How much do you think we can get for his bike?"

exactly

I curled my lips behind my teeth