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“Try not to join any mosh pits. You don’t want to break a hip.” “Very funny.” He ambles to the front door but pauses before opening it. “Dammit. Where’d I put my keys?” I pick up my spoon. “In your pocket.”
Lmao theyre cute
Whoever said ignoring a bully was the best course of action was either a fucking idiot or someone who never experienced true torment.
My school experience fr
We’ve never uttered a single word to one another… But sometimes I feel like nobody knows him better than I do.
Oh yeah?
“I’ve spoken to his other teachers and while his grades aren’t great, he’ll squeak by in those classes. It appears English is his weakest subject.”
This teacher is really saying the most
“I’m not sure if you know him since you two aren’t in the same class, but it’s Phoenix Walker.”
Gasp never would have guessed
Not that Phoenix is a lion. He’s more like a lone wolf. Especially with those icy-blue eyes and his don’t fuck with me or I’ll tear out your jugular with my teeth demeanor.
Yum
He’s like the sun. The energy radiating off him pulls you in and you can’t help but get closer. Aching to feel the heat on your skin. To make contact with something so powerful. So beautiful. Even if it burns you.
That alone is appealing. So is her voice. While not conventionally perfect—the hoarse, sultry tone is a slow tug on my cock. There are these tiny cracks in it that make you think her voice is going to give out, and she’s about to dive off a motherfucking cliff…but it never happens.
Oh lol ok!
When I’m lost in the music, I’m no longer Phoenix Walker. Stupid kid from a trailer park who got the shit beat out of him daily by his drunk dad and was left behind by his mother. I’m Phoenix Walker. The guy who’s gonna command the stage, steal every ounce of your attention, and make you drop to your knees so you can suck my motherfucking dick while I do it.
Damn boy
But Storm doesn’t drop it. “Fucking hell. How many goddamn times do I have to tell you to quit fucking bitches before practice?” Too many times to count. However, that wasn’t the reason I was late today. Sabrina sucked my dick before I met Lennon.
Wow...
“Swear to God, Phoenix, you better not let your dick get in the way.” He takes a cigarette out of the pack and lights it. “I don’t give a shit how hot she is. Do not fuck this girl until you graduate.” “It’s Lennon Michael.” Instantly, whatever concern he had fades, and he laughs. “Never mind then.” Exactly. There’s no way I’d ever fuck that girl.
Ok wow
“Only an obnoxious teenage punk honks their horn like that.” My dad looks at me. “An obnoxious teenage boy punk.” Good Lord. “It’s not like that,” I sputter, my brain scrambling. “He’s…Phoenix is gay.” My dad blinks. “Oh.” I take the opportunity to sprint toward the front door. “Love you. Buh-bye. See you at one.”
HAhahaaha
An awful feeling comes over me, but I shake it out of my head because that would be ridiculous. Of course, Phoenix can read. He’s a freaking senior. Surely someone would have caught on to him being illiterate by now.
Holy shit
He averts his gaze. “I’m not a fucking idiot.” “I know you’re not.” I draw in a breath. “An idiot can’t sing or play piano the way you do. An idiot can’t drive. An idiot doesn’t have great taste in music like you do…so no, you’re not an idiot. But I do think you’re having difficulty when it comes to reading. Can you try to explain what happens so I can better understand?” He’s silent for so long I fear I’m wasting my time…but then he finally speaks. “The words…the letters. They get all jumbled up. I can’t keep them straight.” I think about this for a moment. “You mean like dyslexia?” He
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My heart
“Why was Lennon invited?” Because I don’t think she’d go unless she specifically was. Sinking her teeth into her bottom lip, Sabrina smiles coyly. “You’ll find out if you come.” I don’t like the sound of that, but I can’t drill Sabrina about it because I hear footsteps approaching. “What are you doing here, fat ass?” Sabrina snaps before I can even turn my head.
Ill kill this skinny bitch
She gives her head a shake. “Fine. Jealous—no. Hurt—yes.” She looks me over, like I’m nothing but a piece of trash littering the street. “Only because I was dumb enough to think we might actually be friends.” “We are friends.” Maybe not in the conventional sense. But shit, I spend more time with her than I do with Storm lately. “No, we’re not.” Sadness twists her features. “Because friends don’t fuck people who bully their friends.” With those parting words, she walks away. And I let her… Because she’s right.
She is
Because I’m not the kind of girl who gets the guy.
You can be babe
His expression is inscrutable before changing to one of curiosity. “Why aren’t you eating?” Because fat girls don’t eat in front of hot guys they have crushes on. It’s sort of an unwritten rule. It’s almost as if not drawing attention to my fatal flaw will somehow make him forget about it. My cheeks heat with embarrassment, so I look anywhere but at him. “I ate dinner right before you picked me up.” He opens his mouth to say something, but thankfully Storm comes back.
Oh baby
Storm claps his hands. “That’s what I’m talking about. Let’s get this studying bullshit over with so we can jam.” He looks at Phoenix. “I’m with Grams. Keep her around.”
Eee
I say a silent prayer that everything works out in his favor as he walks inside. “Lennon’s chill, but it’s not like that. We’re friends.” The tail end of the conversation I overheard the other day echoes through my head as I enter the band room.
Oh no
“Are you really that stupid, asshole? She’s not my fucking type.” That’s the part that hurt. Even though he didn’t insult me, hearing him say those words still felt like a punch to the heart. Because it’s the truth.
Ugh
But then he gives me the biggest, most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen in my life. “I got an eighty-one.” A rush of exhilaration surges through me, and I race over. I’m so happy I feel like I could burst wide open with the force of it. I throw my arms around him. “I knew you were gonna pass.” I grab his face. “I didn’t doubt it for a second. You’re—” Soft lips crash against mine.
Holy shit!
I’m not sure what went wrong. The only thing I am sure of right now is that he regrets it. “Phoenix—” As if the sound of my voice was some kind of alarm warning him of imminent danger, he turns and bolts out the door. While I’m left standing there, wondering what the hell just happened… And what I did wrong.
Goddammit
Not only will I see him at graduation, he’ll be at the party tonight.
Baby dont go
Lennon: I knew you could do it. My heart clenches when I see Phoenix glance at his phone…before shoving it back into his pocket.
Wow asshole
Grams frowns after the door closes. “What a cruel thing to do.” Shuffling toward the kitchen, she lets out a long sigh. “May they rot in hell. Every last one of them.”
Fuck yeah Grams
“I know you’re upset—” “I’m not upset. I’m mortified.” Her lower lip trembles and her voice cracks. “They fucking poured pig slop on me.” I’m about to remind her that she’ll never have to deal with them again, but then Lennon does something I’ve never seen her do before… She cries.
My baby!!
He brushes over one of the words. The contrast of his calloused finger and gentle touch sends heat between my legs. “Fat.” My heart thuds against my ribs. Brows furrowing, he reads another. “Pig.” Anger colors his tone as he utters the last one visible to him. “Fat ass.” Bringing his thumb to his mouth, he wets it…then rubs it over one of the words, trying to erase it. But he can’t. Not that easily anyway. “It’s permanent marker.” “Why…” The line between his brows grows deeper and his voice drops to a faint rasp. “Why do you do this to yourself?” Because it’s what I am. What everyone
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Fuck
my heart
My eyes immediately go to the large black music clef directly over his heart. A set of five horizontal lines—otherwise known as the staff—are next to it. However, there are no notes. It’s completely blank. “Why don’t you have any notes?” “I’m waiting until I write the song that will change my life.”
“Jesus.” Swear it grows bigger the longer I stare at it. “What the fuck do you feed that thing?” A choked laugh escapes him before his expression evens out and he presses his thumb to my bottom lip. “Your mouth in a minute.”
Lmao
Two things happen at that moment. One. The lights turn on. And two…Storm walks through the door.
Oh shit
“I don’t regret it,” I whisper. “Good.” He fists my shirt, pulling me closer. “Because next time? I’m gonna fuck you so good it will end with you coming all over my cock.” My heart flutters when he catches my lower lip between his teeth. “So good it will be worth those forty-four-hour drives.” With that, he releases me and opens his car door. He’s reversing out of the driveway when I realize he was referring to the drive from Los Angeles to Dartmouth.
SCREAMING
“What the fuck are we gonna do?” Storm grunts, echoing my thoughts. “We can’t just go out there and play a bunch of covers. Without original music, there’s no way in hell he’d even think twice about us.”
... He isnt... Right???
The dread and anxiety coiling in my gut kicks up a few notches. Because I have exactly what he’s looking for… It’s just gonna cost me the only person who’s ever believed in me.
Wow dude
Closing my eyes, I press my forehead against the mahogany panel, willing him to feel just how much faith I have in him. “You got this, Phoenix. You’re gonna kill it tonight. I believe in—” The door opens…only it isn’t my boyfriend standing on the other side of it. It’s Sabrina. “Sorry.” Crinkling her nose, she gives me a smug smirk. “We were busy.”
OH MY GOD
Which can only mean one thing. Our relationship—both the friendship and sexual parts—were nothing but a sick little game to him.
Just wait i bet it gets worse
Whatever self-control I had snaps and I kick him in the balls so hard he keels over and Storm mutters ouch under his breath. That doesn’t give me the vindication I was seeking, though, so I grab the large pitcher of soda resting on the table and pour it over his head. This way when he goes on stage, he’ll feel foolish and humiliated…just like I do right now. “I hate you.”
Good girl
I go to turn it off because even though I’m happy for Storm, I don’t think I can handle listening to Phoenix’s voice without crying. Then…I hear it. I’m tough as a nail Sharp as a blade But I’m still lying here... In the mess you made.
Thispiece of shit
Four years later…
OOOO GO FUCK YOURSELF
“Grammy!”
I would sue him and then kill him
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t worried about walking away without one. Four years ago, when we struck gold and made it big, we were nominated for Best New Artist and our self-titled track “Sharp Objects” was nominated for Song of the Year. The disappointment from not winning either felt like a brick to the face.
Disgusting Asshole
We’ve been partying for the last twenty-four hours, and I have no desire to slow this train down. I’ll be twenty-three this year and I already have a motherfucking Grammy. I’m the shit legends are made of.
Youre a monster
Until a loud knock on the door makes Josh spill the bag of coke he’s pouring on the redhead’s tits. “Josh, I swear to God—” “Relax, baby girl,” he yells. “We’re just talking.” Sucking her nipple into his mouth, he murmurs, “These taste good…but they’re about to taste even better.”
Deplorable
“What the fuck—” I start to grunt, but a rush of nausea knots my stomach. And then I puke… All over the chick giving me a blow job. Jesus Christ.
Respectable
And then everything goes black.
Stupid
“Josh?” Reaching over, I shake him. “Come on, bro. Wake up.” I get no response.
Well theres wake up call stupid motherfukers
“The people in the other car are dead,” Chandler shouts.
Holy fuck
I remember the exact moment they diagnosed him with early-onset dementia… Because it was the moment my entire world stopped.
Oh no
“Oh, there’s someone who hates him all right,” Storm mutters under his breath. Closing my eyes, I nod off again. Yeah, there is.
As she should you piece of shit
“What are you making for dinner, Mom?” Keeping my face neutral, I answer my dad’s question. “I was thinking chicken and veggies, but if you don’t want that, I can order out for pizza.” He smiles. “Pizza sounds good.” “Pizza it is then.” Sometimes it’s a struggle not to correct him, but I have to keep reminding myself that this is his reality, and just because it doesn’t match mine doesn’t make what he’s experiencing any less valid.
Oh my heart
