He growled lowly, "Maybe if I hadn't been stuck with you, I wouldn't have made it that big, but there's no way I would have ever settled for what was convenient. " Do you hear me when I say that you will not accept anything less than the very best in any situation? You won't accept anything less than being the very best, will you? I didn't answer. I had no clue whether or not I should, but the chances were that if I answered him when he didn't want me to, it would be worse than if I didn't answer and he had to ask again. I had no idea whether or not I should answer him when he didn't want me to. It "doesn't fucking matter anyway," he added as he straightened his back and began brushing imaginary lint off of his jacket. "Doesn't fucking matter anyway," he said. "Like you would return to this place even if you were in the neighborhood. You probably can't wait to get away from me at the first opportunity. I said to my father, "I'll still return home," and he smiled. Although my hands w

He growled lowly, "Maybe if I hadn't been stuck with you, I wouldn't have made it that big, but there's no way I would have ever settled for what was convenient. " Do you hear me when I say that you will not accept anything less than the very best in any situation? You won't accept anything less than being the very best, will you?I didn't answer. I had no clue whether or not I should, but the chances were that if I answered him when he didn't want me to, it would be worse than if I didn't answer and he had to ask again. I had no idea whether or not I should answer him when he didn't want me to.It "doesn't fucking matter anyway," he added as he straightened his back and began brushing imaginary lint off of his jacket. "Doesn't fucking matter anyway," he said. "Like you would return to this place even if you were in the neighborhood. You probably can't wait to get away from me at the first opportunity.I said to my father, "I'll still return home," and he smiled. Although my hands wer

"Are you going to put that tiny cherry in your mouth?" As we were leaving the supper, Dad questioned us about it."Fuck yeah," I said without thinking about it."Damn," Dad laughed, "that would seriously piss off her father." "That would seriously piss off her father.""Heh," I said with a small smile, and I licked the inside of my lips with my tongue. "Yeah, I'd say that it would." Dad's advice: "Well, get her worked up so that she'll do your biology work," You need to maintain your attention on the task at hand, but it's okay if you tease her a little bit as long as it doesn't get in the way. Murphy was bragging about how intelligent she was, so if you play your cards properly, maybe she'll be able to help you with the rest of your schoolwork as well.I responded with, "Yeah, that sounds like a good plan." As my thoughts went through the events of the time I had spent with her, I nodded my head in agreement.Seeing her standing there in the hoodie, just beyond my target.The comfor

"Look, Phanuel," she began to him with venom in her voice, "I know how the whole jock thing works. You are the most valuable member of the team, yet even if you don't do much, the grade you receive reflects that. I got it. You don't need to put on any sort of front with me. I am well aware that you have no intention of actually contributing anything to this endeavor, therefore there is no reason for you to even bother pretending to be here. I assure you that I will write your name at the very top of the article.“Hey!” I extended my hand and grasped her arm, but I let go of her right once when she hissed angrily at me. "I am able to complete my own work!""Oh, well, whatever!" She distanced herself from the situation and rolled her eyes. "Despite the fact that you are consistently tardy to class, Mr. Bucher has said nothing to you about it. You don't take notes, and you don't even carry a pencil—you fucking slacker!It took me a few seconds to get over the fact that she used the word

I caught a glimpse of one of the rooms and immediately recognized it as Sharon's. The tiny desk and chair just beneath the window let me identify it. A CRT monitor was perched atop an outdated desktop PC. There was a full-sized bed with a Brown comforter over it, a dresser with a light, a nightstand with an MP3 player, and a stack of dystopian-themed books on the opposite side of the window, where I couldn't see them from the outside.“Williams?”As my heart continued to race, I resisted the need to respond. My elbow was caressed by her hand as I felt her approach beside me.Sharon ran her fingers down my arm, "Geez, Williams—you're absolutely freezing," she remarked. You have ice-cold skin.She gave me a thorough once-over while lowering her voice.She grabbed my hand and led me to the edge of her bed, calling out, "Come here." She pushed me forward by pulling back the comforter and the sheet that was covering it. She then put her palm on my shoulder blade. "Get in."I questioned, "I