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The door opened and Justice Cortes, the dirt bike riding, soccer playing, Wesley Crusher look-alike, strolled in.
Spencer's heart fluttered like hummingbird wings in his chest.

What he needed was to keep his distance. If he didn't get too close to people, they wouldn't find out his secret. If they didn't find out, they couldn't use it against him.
Nobody at Oakley knew he was transgender.

"What the fuck did you do?" I whisper.

The figure stops midstep and looks right at me.
"I'm over here, dirtbag."

Revenge is a bitch...and so am I.

"Do you really want me to blow up my entire life?
Because fighting back seems like a much better option.
This is self-defense."

"I've given you plenty of time, but you've let me down. So we're going to play a little game. Maybe... Truth or Shot? You like that one, right?"
I stop breathing. I can't bring myself to move.
"And since we're fresh out of shots, how about Truth or Die instead?"

You're a fucking monster for what you did to my sister!
I should have stayed home.

I feel all the blood drain from my face, and I only have one thing to say: "Shit on a cracker."

For anyone who's felt the unique pain of being betrayed by a friend. They don't deserve you. Never did. Wish them the worst. Hit 'em with your car.*

*Just kidding. That's murder.

Tijd voor een nieuwe Paulien!

Almost there, let's finish this tomorrow on the long bus ride that's coming up! 🌈

"You're mixing up your secret rendezvous buddies," he says dryly
"You want the one with boobs." And how.
"Funny, Santiago. But yes, as you may have guessed, this is
about the buddy with the boobs."

We may not know exactly what we are, and we may not be going anywhere but where we are right at this moment is
So. Damn. Good.

"They may act like they don't know who's to credit for their first winning season, but believe me, they know. But they aren't the point, you are. And you're a star."

I'm charmed as fuck that this is where a cool, sexy cheerleader brought me on a date; it's a whole dorky side I didn't even know she had, and it's a-fucking-dorable.

Am I conjuring rainbow dreams out of nothing?
I don't know.
Maybe.
Probably.

Why would you, an obviously queer girl, put your number in the phone of another obviously queer girl, if you already have a boyfriend?

And then, while my stomach is already fluttering like leaves in the late-summer breeze, she says, "G'night, Cheer Girl."
If I don't crash on my way home, it'll be a fucking miracle.