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Everyone in it turns to face me, the girl foolish enough to bring them down on me, those dirty, rotten H.A.V.O.C. Boys. Hael, Aaron, Victor, Oscar, and Callum.
But hey, natural selection eventually kicks in.
But the phrase is fight fire with fire, right? And I, I need an inferno.
Here, you're just lucky if you don't get hot-boxed while you're taking a piss in the girls' bathroom.
“When you’ve been lied to by everyone around you, when you have nothing else, you realize the one currency you can carry is truth. So a single word does have meaning. A promise does hold importance. And a pact is worth carrying to the grave.”
This time, I'm not kissing the prince to become the princess, I'm tonguing the villain to guarantee the destruction of others.
Neil Pence
Sounds like a pedo
“Well, this works out for both of us then because I like beating on guys who beat up girls.” Hael
What a joke.
1. the stepdad 2. the best friend 3. the social worker 4. the ex-boyfriend 5. the principal 6. the foster brother 7. the mom
Frankly, it's hard to find someone terrifying when they've got a mouth full of white, minty foam, but somehow, Victor pulls it off.
“Bernadette Blackbird,” Vic begins, kneeling down in front of me. My brows go up as he pulls the velvet box from his pocket, and opens the top, his attention focused solely on my face. “Will you marry me?”
Token friendships between poor girls. Both of us wanting so desperately for more, our screams drowned out by the wicked silence of the world. Nobody listens when bad girls cry.
No, I know how to kick some serious ass, too.
like watching the moon eclipse the sun, cutting off all the light but somehow making it more beautiful in the process. “You
He puts a bag of snacks and drinks down on the floor outside the tub, tosses me a pillow and blanket, and then crouches down, resting his elbows on his scarred knees. “Don’t worry,” he tells me, his dark, rough voice soothing away some of my anxiety, “we’ll get him.” His smile gets a little sharper, a little scarier. “And he’ll wish he’d never been born.”
See, that's the thing with pain. Once it finds you and grabs hold, it doesn't let go easily. It's always there, a demon with reaching claws.
There's nothing else for me, no other star to punctuate the velvety blackness of night.
“Doesn’t surprise me. You are a whore, after all.”
I hate him. I want him. And I don’t know why.
Me neither
I can’t stop staring at the little girl giggling in Vic’s strong arms.
“Aaron’s in love with you,”
Huh u say what now
“Hi Hael,” she says suspiciously, and he quirks a dark smile. “Hey cutie.”
When I find her sleeping on the couch across from me, sprawled across Hael’s chest with Kara and Ashley beside her, I almost choke.
I’m scared to belong because I’m scared of being rejected.
“She doesn’t like you.” “The girl can speak for herself, can’t she?” Tom asks, smiling at me like a used-car salesman. “I don’t like you,”
“Oh, don’t mind us. We’re just grabbing supplies for our next fuck-fest.”
“If I kicked your ass and choked the life out of you a second time.”
“Assuming she won’t try to choke me while we’re out.” “Don’t press your luck, and I won’t have to,”
I grit my teeth and resist the urge to elbow him in the stomach. I have a feeling that if I do, we'll throw down, and I'm not ready to throw down in the middle of a bridal shop.
“I like it. I’d like to see what my friend thinks first. He’s actually a very well-known drag queen in the Portland area, so he knows his designer gowns.”
U cheeky devil
Who knew I was such a sentimental bitch?
Confucius says dig two graves before embarking on a journey of revenge. But what if that revenge is the only thing keeping you alive? And what if the people you're seeking revenge on deserve it? If Batman had just killed the Joker from the get-go, how many more people would still be alive? Sometimes the bad guys have to die, so if I have to dig two graves, so be it. Better than digging three.
“More like Havoc B. Bhavoc. Covahb. There really isn't a great configuration to add a B in, is there?”
Hael has an idea in his head, one that I'm hoping matches up the idea in mine. Trouble. We're both thinking of starting trouble.
Guilt tastes like ash on my tongue. I'm tasting the remnants of yesterday. But a cherry-red Camaro can't take away the question in your eyes: Who are you? And what have you done to me?
“What the hell is this?”
Shoot me in the fucking head
“Do what the Havoc Girl says and keep the kids safe. Our guys will be patrolling the neighborhood. You need anything, you've got Vic's number.” “Got
“I told her that a woman with so much to hide shouldn't be so quick to judge and that her husband wouldn't be home anytime soon because he's fucking his new partner.”
“Sometimes pain is pretty, to the people who have too much of it,” he tells me, and then kisses me on the cheek. “You’re gorgeous, by the way.”
“And don't call them sluts. If anyone's a slut, it's Hael.” “I'm still standing here,”
“But this isn't about you. This is about me. I'm a jealous, possessive asshole, and I wanted to kill Hael for fucking you in his car. He's my best friend, Bernadette. There's a problem here.”
the think-their-shit-don't stink VSCO girls with their stupid ass Save the Turtles metal water bottles, hair scrunchies, and vacuous facial expressions. If you don't know what a VSCO girl is, Google it. Maybe you'll be as disturbed as I am,
“Fucking nosy fossil,”
“Jesus.” “Jesus isn't responsible for sleeping with that brain-dead whore,”
Once, I wrote a scene like this for Mr. Darkwood’s class to see if I could shock him with some racy teen sex, but all he did was cross out the word penning and replace it with pinning. I scribbled all over it and wrote penning means to shut in, as if in a pen, not the same thing as pinning. He responded with the comment: writing for shock value, no substance. I got an F. Pretty sure he was just being petty.
I’m like one of those idiot heroines in a bully romance who falls for her tormentors.
“This is, like, twenty years together married couple level.” “That'll be us someday,”
Victor Channing punched me in the face between first and second period for saying Bernadette Blackbird was hot. I check the date on the complaint and see that it’s from … sophomore year. “What the hell?”
“I think you’re too pretty to wear a mask,”
