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But maybe I could have used more of a friend right now than I let on with my “totally above it” attitude. Why can’t I just tell him how I really feel?
An evil high school bully—responsible for every second of torment one might’ve experienced in one’s childhood—should not be so devastatingly hot.
They seem strong and confident, but you just have to look in their eyes long enough to see the truth. Look long enough, and you’ll notice the scars.
Actually, it could be frigid in this house and I wouldn’t notice.
I don’t like being angry. It’s an underrated poison, and once it gets inside you, it won’t leave until it’s run its course.
And whatever unspeakable things they’ve done to my apartment.
I’ve only been walking five minutes and I already have back sweat and half a farmer’s tan, I’m sure.
official name
Demonym
“In fact, he couldn’t be farther from this store, truth be told,”
Girl shut up
“I, um … sorry. I’m just suffering from jitters about tonight. Parties make me nervous. I’m nervous. Lance isn’t here.”
!!
“Oh, I’ll tell him,” Nadia promises him. “I … Well, once I … I mean, once we … Once someone finds him. Somewhere else. In the place where he is. Wherever that is.” She clears her throat.
NADIA! shut your damn trap!
A grudge can be a slippery, unreliable weapon. Especially when you forged it during your teenage years.
Am I really this inconsolably bitter about my childhood …?
postulating their peers’ pending misery,
Annoyingly sharp.
Oh no hes hot!
I can’t fathom what that something is.
He wnts to fuck you
and we’d—”
“Not that I’m gay, you stubborn, infuriatingly adorable punk.”
hotheaded, beautiful, full, kissable lips?
“Yeah. Why is it so important for me to know?”
Why is he so obstinate? Its frustratingly like reading myself
I think I hated how loud you were. How ‘you’ you were. How able-to-be-yourself you were.”
What the fuck am I doing still standing here?
exsanguinate
Did both y’all’s pants catch on fire?”
Somethiny blike that
Okay, so I just saw a pelican on ur balcony
“Have you and Chad come to terms, then?
You could say that
“Spruce Teens Against Bullying.
STAB
Moral of the story?” I give Chad a look. “We acknowledge our mistakes, forgive them, and move the fuck on to the next decade to make even worse mistakes.”
hot pink banana hammock of his junk
It’s hypnotic, how he stares back at me, so fully, so intensely. “You just ruined my shoes,” I let him know.
Oh, he has no idea how mouthy I’m about to get.
I’m not gonna let you get away from me so easily. I might’ve thrown the lasso, but you’re the one who’s wrangled me in, Lance.”
“He’s my plus-one,” I affirm. “Chad Landry. He’s … He’s mine.”
Even his impatient looks are so fucking adorable and raw with sexual energy, it’s difficult to keep my mind straight.
“You’re not the only one who can come out and say that outta nowhere. I’m always gonna love you, no matter what the hell happens to us.”
“Sorry. I can’t think of much of anythin’ with that cute ass of yours right in front of me.”
“Yeah. LGD. Lance Goodwin Designs caliber. C’mon, it’s a nice acronym.” “That isn’t a good acronym.” “Yeah, it is. It’s a bunch a’ letters that mean something.”
“No. I love it.”
“That I love you?”
