Lucas was fifteen minutes late to class on Friday, and we had a pop quiz first thing - which he missed. My first thought was how irresponsible it was to miss a quiz… and then I remembered that I missed the midterm. I couldn't exactly point any fingers.

I wanted to tell you that I just--I miss you. And maybe that sounds ridiculous--like we barely know each other, but between the emails and texts and... everything else, I felt like we did. Like we do. and I miss--I don't know how else to say it--I miss both of you.

Growing up with my dad taught me to either lie like a pro or not bother.

As for being somewhere you're not supposed to be - maybe you're here for a reason, or there is no reason.

Alarmed, I realized what my visceral reaction implied: jealousy. Over a guy I barely knew, with whom I’d exchanged more saliva than sentences.

He was in a slow-motion mood-one of my favorites, though it meant i'd be driven crazy before we were done.

Woman, if i was straight, i would steal you from him so hard.