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

Too much quiet left me depressed and consuming condiments for meals.

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 gonna make that asshole gnaw his own hand off that night, dammit.

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

I suppose love is never a sure thing, no matter what words are spoken. Love requires a leap of faith into the abyss, every time.

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