Unperfect (Unperfect, #1)

by Susie Tate

I shot him an angry glare, but relented when the smell of the Chinese hit my nostrils. There was only so much will power a girl could exert when confronted by a healthy dose of MSG.

“Yaz, why are you here?” Verity asked from the chair next to mine. “This is supposed to be relaxing and you are not a relaxing human.” “How very dare you! I’m super chill. Look, I’ll show you – just do these breathing exercises with me whilst you’re-” “I’ve told you before,” Verity gritted out, her left eye twitching. “I do not like to be told when to breathe. My respiration is my business. Kindly bugger off.”

“When are you going to start taking Bitcoin, Fergus?” Max asked. “You can take yer’ fuckin’ Bitcoin and shove it where the sun don’t shine,” Fergus replied. “Gimme a tenner and be done with it.”

“Do you know what says ‘bugger you’ more than anything? What really sticks it to the bastads? It’s living a good life, despite what’s happened to you before. It’s letting yourself be happy. Otherwise, love … otherwise they win. Otherwise you let him win.”

And Max’s mum was right. This was how I won. Living this unperfect life surrounded by love was my victory.