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To first loves and to famous last words
The thing about stiletto heels is that they make a hell of a dent when you walk all over the people who try to hurt you.
I want nothing more than to be his last everything.
It started with a lemonade And ended with my heart This, my pretty reckless rival, is how our screwed-up story starts
Some wear their hearts on their sleeves—I wear mine on my mouth.
“Lovebug.” “Puppy,” I retort. “Puppy?” She snorts. “I’d call you a bitch, but let’s admit it, your bite doesn’t really have teeth.”
“I would tell you to drop dead, but I’m afraid my mom would force me to go to your funeral, and you legit aren’t worth my time.”
Not today, Satan.
This boy…he will snap it if I let him.
He is too pure. Too good. Too real.
“Mississippi.
But I need this. Need to feel desired and pretty and wanted.
“What would you have asked of me if I took the sea glass?” “To save me all your firsts,” he whispers somewhere between my ear and mouth as his body brushes away from mine.
Maybe watching her three times a week from afar paralyzed me.
I can’t be separated from Via.
Archive under: Shit List. Revisit document: When I’m able to ruin her.
I’m Daria Followhill. Cheer Captain. Rich Bitch. Little Miss Popular.
See something you like? Too bad. I don’t do boys. Men, on the other hand…
There’s a hole in his red shirt, right where his heart is, and my hand goes straight to the small piece of sea glass hanging at my throat.
“Penn Scully, Las Juntas’ wide receiver, is the hottest thing in SoCal. I’ve been wanting to sit on his face for a while now, too. Tonight’s my lucky night.”
Luna is not his girlfriend although he would die trying. That’s why I never really liked Luna Rexroth.
In my dreams, I have Luna’s legs wrapped around my waist,
Luna probably wouldn’t date him, but it’s not because of his age. She’s trapped in her own little universe. She is the sun, and he is the Earth. Always circling around her and getting an inch closer every lifetime even though the burn could ruin him.
“Please tell me Scully didn’t break anything other than Daria’s black heart. She looks like she’s caught some feelings.”
“His mom died this morning.”
screaming she overdosed this morning. Consequently, on his eighteenth birthday.”
“His second birthday present was his stepdad kicking him out of the house. Las Juntas’ players aren’t gonna touch me. I’m just gonna stitch him up and make sure he’s okay.”
her touching Penn is just gross on so many levels because (A) he is clearly badly injured, and (B) he was my first kiss. Which in my weird mind means that no one from All Saints can touch him now.
He gave me the rarest thing in the world, and I gave him heartache.
Luna, my neighbor, is the one who usually saves the injured birds, frogs, cats, stray dogs, and there was even a deer once. If someone were willing to smuggle Penn through a bedroom window, it’d be her. Knowing my luck, he’d end up falling in love with her, too.
Vicious is Vaughn’s dad and the deadliest mofo in the neighborhood. I crushed on him when I was five. Baron “Vicious” Spencer is still a hottie, so #SorryNotSorry.
“You have sass. You and my daughter, Daria, will get along just fine.” She has no idea how wrong she is, but she sure is about to find out.
I’m telling you this, not because I think you care, but because if you’re going to be a bitch, better not be a dumb one. When talking shit, at least be factual.
“The rarest thing in the world should not be given to a basic bitch. I hope you didn’t save me your firsts because I have no interest in taking them,”
Sin: Snuck into Penn’s room when I heard the bastard taking a shower and stole his pencil (Who uses pencils anymore? Is he five?). Swirled the eraser around my clit and masturbated with it. Put it back in his pencil bag.
They firmly believe that if you make teenagers feel responsible about booze, they won’t go around getting shitfaced when they finally get their hands on alcohol.
He grew up from a dirty duckling to a dark swan.
“Damn.” He pats the pockets of his jeans, then checks the pockets of his golden Gucci jacket. “I can’t find it.” “Can’t find what?” Esme blinks. “The memo where I start taking orders from your sorry ass.”
“See you later, assholes. It’s been real. Well, other than Esme’s tits.”
“Good thing I don’t exist to live up to your expectations.”
This bitch’s icy heart wouldn’t melt in a desert.”
“Fluent, actually. Your sister taught me.” I smirk. In my defense, I hate myself even before the words leave my mouth.
“Sick ride, dude. Did you steal it from a philanthropic divorcee?” “Stole it from your ma, Gus. Although she likes a different type of ride, doesn’t she?”
“Keeping tabs, Daria? I just kissed you to prove I could have you whenever I wanted you.
I’m ugly behind the tan and makeup and mascara. All flesh and inner organs and blood vessels and hate. Marx, why am I so hateful?
“Are you actively trying to be a bitch, or does it just come naturally?” A little bit of both, the Hulk inside me explains. I’m naturally envious and petty, but being a bitch is a knee-jerk reaction when I feel threatened.
I crash my lips on his with a furious kiss that shuts him up.
Joy explodes in my chest. Penn’s taste in my mouth is heaven. Sweet and dangerous, like a man. I taste cut grass and the California sunshine and a bit of sweat and toothpaste and heat.
“Step away from Miss Followhill.” “Not before you look the other way,” Penn shoots back.
“I dragged him here. It was my idea.” They both stare at me, stunned. I don’t mind taking the fall for this since my reputation is already toast with Principal Prichard, what with the way I let him use me. Plus, I genuinely feel crappy about what happened with Via. I want to atone for what I did to Penn’s sister. I’m not a monster.
