I'm the one who got hit by that car, not you,' I tell him. 'Don't act like you're the victim here. You made choices I didn't ask you to make. I'm not sure anyone asked you to make them.' I'm screaming the words, not caring that the entire world can probably hear me. 'You think I like limping everywhere I go? I don't. I'm the victim! Be honest with me! You didn't care about me enough to trust me. I gave you my heart, but it wasn't enough.

That wouldn't fit my right testicle

Do I make you nervous?" His gaze travels from my eyes to my breasts and down to where my dress meets my thighs. "In that dress you do.

NO PDA,school rules. And besides she's my partner dickhead." said Alex.

And right this second I want to live in ignorant bliss.

Some things need to be left unsaid.

This connection we have isn't going away, it's only getting stronger. Because the more I spend time with her, the closer I want to be.