Blink-182 The Anthem Novels & Stories

I forget just why I left you, I was insane Stay and play that Blink-182 song That we beat to death in Tucson, okay I know it breaks your heart Moved to the city in a broke-down car, and Four years, no call Now I'm looking pretty in a hotel bar, and I-I-I can't stop No, I-I-I can't stop So, baby, pull me closer In the back seat of your Rover That I know you can't afford Bite that tattoo on your shoulder Pull the sheets right off the corner Of that mattress that you stole From your roommate back in Boulder We ain't ever getting older We ain't ever getting older We ain't ever getting older So, baby, pull me closer In the back seat of your Rover That I know you can't afford Bite that tattoo on y

a voice whispered. It was a small, trembling sound—the kind of sound a rabbit makes when it's cornered by a pack of wolves. I straightened up, my skin prickling. I didn't think; I just moved. I didn't care that I didn't have a stitch of clothes on. I didn't care that my knuckle tattoos were still red from the cold. I followed the sound toward the back, my bare feet silent on the rubber matting. Miller and two of the freshmen were crowded around a corner. They were laughing, Miller’s large hand braced against a locker, pinning something—someone—into the shadows.

There were, near the back, two figures I could not yet see clearly but whose silhouettes I knew all too well. Anderson was one of them. Merry was the other. I felt my wolf rise up under my skin the way a tide rises under a thin sheet of ice. I let him. I did not yet let him through. “Hold,” I said, into the link that ran down the eastern line. “Hold the ridge. We do not go down. They come up. If they come up. We hold.” Forty voices answered yes. Down on the valley floor, a horn blew.

"Guilt-tripping is not cool. Queenie's my cat. If you've got a problem, take it up with me." Colin frowned at me. "Don't make this awkward, or we can't even be friends." I watched his sanctimonious act, then held up my phone to show a payment code. "Could you cover the cat rescue and my medical bills?"

The plaster on my right leg was gone, though my steps were still unsteady. "Leo Ashcroft isn't here, Mr. and Mrs. Ashcroft. My name's August Somerset," I said flatly. "Leo…" Malinda cried out as she reached out toward me. "Please come home with us, will you?" "I am home, and this is my mom," I said and tucked my arm into Joycelyn's. Smiling, I continued, "As for you, we're strangers." Bianca stepped out of the car at last. She couldn't even muster the courage to meet my eyes as she hoarsely said, "I'm sorry, Leo. I know that I've messed up, so will you please give me one more chance?"