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Just by basing it on how loud his irritating voice were when he said those sinful adjective to describe or ask me. "No, I don't suck things like what you are implying, Natan, but expect tomorrow morning your face will be all over the news. Sucker, huh? Well, yeah I'm a good sucker but not in that term. I'm a sucker for an article to publish not a sucker of egoistic pebbles." I even rolled my eyes at him before sipping on my strawberry milkshake. I remembered tasting whiskey in his glass and remembering it makes me wanna shiver. It's disgusting!

I'm in deep shit. This love thing is too deep for my taste...

All I can think about is the fact that my life is officially over. My life sucks.

It hurts alot. ************

When it was concern, I felt like it was pity, and I couldn’t stop the tears from rolling down my cheeks. A soft sob parted my lips and I quickly turned the stove off, moving the saucepan from the still hot front burner to the back burner. “Mercy,” he called softly as I turned and dug my face into his chest. My watery voice broke as I said, “I suck! I totally fucking suck, Marcel. MIT thinks I suck. Harvard thinks I suck. I’m sucky. I. Suck.” As hard as he tried, he couldn’t stop the chuckle that erupted from the back of his throat, only making me feel worse.

You sick liar. ________________________

Lucas I-DID-NOT-SEE-THAT-COMING. Pain radiates through my leg, crawling up my spine and sending icy needles along its way. It takes me a while to fully understand what happened, that I had fallen for such a low trick, especially one coming from her. I used to be the top of my class, for god's sake! The ache doesn't bother me that much as I am used to it by now, however, my ego has suffered the worst. And as if that's not bad enough, I let her go. Again. I press the heels of my hands to my eyes, then drag them both across my face hoping to wash off the shame and annoyance that rooted deep inside my mind.

Fuck. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dominic sucks ass. Ace was pushed off the building. The plan is going wrong. Shit shit.

direction's What Makes You Beautiful started booming on the radio, and soon, we were jamming along to the song, laughing when I messed up yet another lyric. "I honestly thought it was 'why I want you so constantly,'" I chirped between chortles. "Yeah, I know. That's what makes it so sad," he mused, smiling slyly. "Oh, look at you being so mean. god, who knew this day would come?" His reply was a small chortle, alongside an addition of: "well, I did have a pretty great teacher." "Yeah, she's pretty awesome." "But she just really sucks with lyrics though," he chimed, leaving me to shoot him a playful glare. "I'm not that horrible with lyrics." He cocked a brow, leaving me to sigh. "Ok

I’m not okay. I’ll never be okay again. XXX