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“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.
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.
We ruined ourselves the day of our first kiss.
“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,”
“Some fairy tales are screwed up,” she adds. She can’t shut up. She’s nervous. Her eyes are still closed. “All the good ones are, Skull Eyes,” I say softly.
“I still don’t like you.” Her whisper caresses my face. “Me neither,”
“Oh, sweetheart, we’ll be over when I say we’re over.”
“Confide in me, my hideous little monster.”
Because it sucks less when we’re together even though I should hate you.
“Tell me you don’t want to fuck me as much as I want to fuck you, you screwed-up, messed-in-the-head, gorgeous girl with skulls in her eyes,”
“There’s nothing I want more than every single thing you have to give.”
I wish I could rewrite you out of my life But all your pages are highlighted Dog-eared and thumbed to death I can no longer read you But you are still my favorite poem
I love you, Daria Followhill, and I think you love me, too. In fact, I think we fell at the same time. You, like rain, in drizzles, over the weeks. Me, like the fucking sky above my head, all at once, crashing without the faintest chance of stopping.
“You were never a drizzle, Penn Scully. When I fell for you, you came beating down, and I felt you everywhere. You were hail.”
“I’ve loved you in secret, and I’ve loved you openly in front of both our worlds, and if you think I’ll stop loving you if you put an ocean between us, you’re dead wrong.”
I’ll go wherever Daria goes. Even if it’s straight to hell.
“Now she is following. Where have you been this semester, Skull Eyes?” “Waiting for you.” It’s her turn to grin. “Where I always knew you’d follow. In South Bend, Indiana. Notre Dame.”
“It’s been said that if a male and female student hold hands and walk around the two lakes on campus in the shape of the figure eight, they will get married.”
