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I’ve liked Stella Garcia, the Spanish teacher at Forest Heights, for a while now. Far too long actually. I can’t quite pinpoint when it happened, but all I know is over the three years I’ve known her, I’ve been pining after the girl for the majority of the time.
“Fireball is a devious bastard. Grabs your attention, makes you feel all warm inside, and then BAM!” I smack the table. “Trouble. That’s what it is . . . just trouble.” “Fireball is like the bad boy you should stay away from.” I nod. “If Fireball had a mode of transportation, it would be a motorcycle, and you know Fireball wouldn’t wear a helmet.” “Or a condom,” Cora adds. “Fireball is too good for a condom. For any protection.” “Fireball says FUCK condoms and then shoots its load on your back.” I gesture with my hand. “And it’s a cinnamony load.”
“That’s why Fireball is the bad boy of liquor. It doesn’t care about your feelings; it just keeps you coming back for more.”
Can we cue up a slow clap for the rum concoction? Because, well done on the mindfuckery. Well fucking done. Boss-level mindfuckery.
Not that it would be a bad thing to be gay. I envy lesbians at times, not having to deal with the disgusting intricacies of the male population. Is it too much to ask to wash your hands after you go to the bathroom? You touch your private parts to pee, therefore WASH YOUR HANDS.
Damn you, Mai Tais, we’re done. You had your chance, and you didn’t play your cards right. It’s over between us.
Motherfucker. Pancakes made her nipples hard. What else makes her nipples hard? Donuts?
Brock is a sight to behold. Standing at six foot three, he’s a phenom of muscles and tan skin. A former athlete, he’s kept in amazing shape and vibes with the whole “dark and smoldering look” with his deep brown hair and matching eyes. And then there’s his smile. It’s unlike any smile I’ve ever seen on a man. Charming. Handsome. Captivating. That smile can make anyone want to be near him, get to know him, attach themselves to him.
“A confident man is well-respected; a cocky man is trouble,”
On the contrary, I’d prefer you sit on my lap, wrap your arms around me, and hold me close, but we both know that’s not what you want.
You’ve taken my heart. You’ve taken my soul. There’s nothing else left for me to give.
“Romeo wasn’t someone who went from girl to girl. He was passionate and loyal to one, so the nickname really isn’t applicable.”
you asked for time. I’m giving it to you, but during that time, you can’t use me as an escape. You can’t use me to help cure your woes, because you need to realize it’s breaking me. One look, one touch, one promise of a night with you at a time.”
“Just because someone looks okay on the outside, doesn’t mean they’re not struggling on the inside.”
allowing yourself to live in the past will never allow you to move forward. It’s not productive to dwell in the days that have gone by, but rather learn from them. It’ll take time, but there’s always room for forgiveness.”
The hardest part about seeing myself clearly, recognizing that I have acted so selfishly, is also recognizing that I don’t like myself very much. Like, at all. Mom once told me that the key to loving someone well is loving yourself first.
Arlo doesn’t sugarcoat things; he shoots from the hip, and even if you don’t like it, you have to accept it because he’s not one to fuck around. He doesn’t have the time or patience for it.
we read all the romance books.” “No one reads the books,” I say. “Speak for yourself. Keiko and I are the only two who truly read them. Isn’t that right, Keeks?” “They’ve been a positive source of sexual education for me and Kelvin.”
Love makes you happy, and love with the right person makes you content.
If you stop running, you’ll realize you’ve already found your place. I thought the grass was greener on the other side. It wasn’t.
Yes, we’ve had some ups and downs, the downs being heavier than expected, but I know for certain, no matter what comes our way, we’re going to be able to work through it. Together, we’re going to put the past behind us, where it belongs, grow from what we’ve learned, and move forward. Together. We were made for each other, and that’s never going to change.
