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“Mom!” I scream. No one messes with my cupcakes. He’s going to pay, and dearly. “Start planning the funeral and break out the bleach! You’re down one kid, and it’s gonna get bloody.”
I finally understand how Anna feels in Frozen. I might even burst into song like a dramatic ass bitch. But instead of, “Do You Want to Build a Snowman?” it’ll be, “Do You Want to Stab Your Brothers?”
“Who’s Maddox?” White-hot jealous rage burns a hole inside of me. I want nothing more than to beat this Maddox into the ground, strangle him with my shadows, and then piss on his bleeding corpse.
Suddenly, he moves around the table and lunges for me, grabbing my arms to pull me towards him, and on instinct, I flip him over my shoulder, sending him crashing to the floor and following up with a knee to the chest. I pin him in place as I press my hand against his throat, barely holding back from slipping the latch on my ring. “Or you could just be psycho…” I declare, staring in shock at the boy who’s now beaming at me, his chest rumbling with laughter as he rubs his face against my hand as though he’s marking me. Yeah, I’m going to go with psycho.
I don’t know who Serafina is, but I know she sees me. And being seen? That’s worth anything she may ask of me.
Tristan: I’m boreddddd. Someone get online and play Among Us with me.
I know I literally just gave him permission to call me, but a part of me panics. I legit want to throw my phone as far as I can across the room, watch it shatter against the wall, and then go into the basement, grab my parents’ prized bazooka, and blow it to smithereens.
“Why are you smiling so big, buttercup?”
MA GIRL AVRIL!! ILY BB
“I like you,”
I once heard that describing chronic illnesses is like talking about a room on fire. You focus on the big, new items, like the fact that the curtains have caught on fire, but forget to mention the bookcase that’s been smoldering for a while now, because it’s just become your normal. I found that a pretty accurate way to describe my life, and the metaphor stuck with me.
“I call you beautiful all the time,” Gage says, puffing out his chest. I quirk an eyebrow. “I don’t think I ever heard you use those exact words.” “No? Then maybe I just do it all the time in my head whenever I see you.”
Gage perks up instantly. “Does this mean I’m your new favorite?”
To be frank, I like her. A lot. I want her.
“Standing outside her window at night is creepy, Dev.”
