Alcohol removes inhibitions. It doesn't trigger criminal violence where there was none before.

I'm a hopeful romantic who adores novels with happy endings, because there are enough sad endings in real life.

I noticed you the first week. Not just because of how pretty you are, though of course, that played into it. It was the way you lean onto your elbows when you 're listening in class, when something catches your interest. And when you laugh, it's never to get attention, it's just-laughter. The way you obssevively tuck your hair behind your ear on the left side, but let the right side fall down like a screen. And when you 're bored, you tap your foot soundlessly and move your fingers on the desktop like you 're playing an instrument. I wanted to sketch you.

I was sure you 'd dropped the class, which made me selfishly ecstatic. Without even knowing i was doing it, i started looking for you on campus.

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'm trying to protect you. From myself. I don't do..." he swung a finger back and forth between us"...this.

Did that hurt? On your lip?" "Not too much. I said a few choice four-letter words, though.