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“It might help with your condition.” “What condition?” Alex sounded bored. “Stickuptheassitis.” I’d already called the man an asshole, so what was one more insult? I might’ve imagined it, but I thought I saw his mouth twitch before he responded with a bland, “No. The condition is chronic.”
I was happy with how I looked most of the time, but no one—not even supermodels or movie stars—was immune from insecurities.
You can eat them, throw them out, feed them to your pet snake Nagini, whatever.” His mouth twitched. “Did you just compare me to Voldemort?” “What? No!” Maybe.
“This the same brother who wore that hideous rat costume to last year’s Halloween party?”
“And I’m not going along with this crazy idea.” Forty-five minutes later, we decided phase one of Operation Emotion would commence in three days.
Michael’s face remained anguished for several more seconds before it twisted and morphed into a hideous mask. His eyes gleamed with delighted malice, and his mouth spread into a mocking smile. He didn’t look like my father anymore. He didn’t look human at all. He looked like a monster straight from my nightmares. “Bravo.” He slow-clapped. “I almost had you,” he told me. “You should’ve seen yourself. I swear, Mrs. James was real,” he mimicked, laughing. The ugly sound raised every hair on my body. “Classic. You really thought you were crazy.”
Corny
I watched in shock as two FBI agents burst into the room and hauled Michael out of his chair.
Cornyyyy
Regina George was iconic.
“You can buy anything on the black market these days,” I said, playing idly with the ugly monkey paperweight on the desk. “Including deadly poisons. The one currently destroying your system? Quite similar to thallium. It’s odorless, tasteless, colorless. Hard to identify because it’s so rare, and its symptoms often point to a range of other illnesses. But unlike thallium, it has no widely known antidote. Luckily for you, Uncle, there is a secret antidote—and I have a vial stashed away.” My uncle trembled with rage. “How do I know you’re not lying?” I shrugged. “Guess you’ll have to trust me.”
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This shit is so ridculous and stupid
I watched Ava leave, my chest hollow, my eyes burning with a foreign, pent-up emotion.
He did this to himself
Every “police officer” and “paramedic” who’d showed up today was on my team, and they’d played their roles convincingly.
So unbelievable bro
“Because I love her!” I slammed my hands on the table.
Why did she write this man child
“I’ll file a restraining order against you. Have you arrested for stalking.” “You can try, but I can’t guarantee my friends in the British government will comply.” His face darkened.
Stupid
I understood why he’d refused. Alex didn’t just sing, he sang.
Singin at an art gallery bro what
“You’re psycho.” Jack tightened his hold on me, and I suddenly feared for his life. “I’m calling security—”
Only person w a brain
“It’s your big night. I didn’t want to take that away from you.”
Why perform a cornball song then ?
