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Choosing vandalism over homicide is personal growth.
Note to self: When Jude gets writer’s block, people die.
“There is so much agony in your eyes I don’t know how I’m the only one who sees it.” I tighten my fingers at the back of her scalp, leaning down so I can feel her breath on my face. “You’re a goddamn tragedy, Van Doren. But fuck, you’re beautiful.”
Naturally, I’m staring again. At this point, I might as well get him tattooed on my retinas.
Can I still be considered a girl’s girl if I have the urge to it run her over with my car? I’m not jealous. I’m just…mildly homicidal.
“I’m always fucking seeing you, Phi. In every room, no matter how much I want to ignore you, you burn too fucking bright. You’re the goddamn sun, and I hate that I can’t stop looking at you.”
“You own six editions of the same Stephen King book,” She shrugs, completely unbothered, “Pot, meet the whole fucking cookware set.”
“How the hell did this even work before?” “You were too busy bitching at me to think about how deep I was in your guts.”
“You climbed the wall,” he breathes against my mouth, chest heaving as his tongue traces the seam of my lips. “Yeah, Loner. I climbed the wall.”
“Jude?” “Yeah?” “I wanna stay here. Just a little longer. Okay?” “We can stay here as long as you want, Geeks. Forever.” Forever. If we’re meant to end in tragedy, ours will be my favorite.
“Respectfully, your niece swings on grown men and has impulse control issues. I think she’s gonna be just fine.”
