But non of this matters, because you're not going to listen to your token black Jewish bi friend, are you?
Michelle HodkinWhen Ms. Adams took attendance and called out the name of an absent classmate, Noah’s hand shot up. I watched him cautiously. After she finished roll call, Noah stood, completely unself-conscious as heads followed his progress to the front of the room.
“Um—” Ms. Adams checked her clipboard. “Ibrahim Hassin?”
Noah nodded. I died.
He would kiss me, right now, after everything I'd done. I was poison, and Noah was the drug that would make me forget it.
Michelle HodkinYou made me real, and I will hurt for you and because of you and be grateful for the pain. But this? This is forever. Don't do this.
Michelle HodkinI have never read The Joy of Crap. Sounds disgusting. I have, however, read The Joy of Sex. Not in a while, but I think it's one of those classics you can come back to again... and again.
Michelle HodkinTags: humor
I'd hit that so hard whoever pulled me out would become the King of England.
Michelle HodkinMy girl is talented," Noah said.
My heart stopped beating.
Tags: noah-shaw
So." Noah said carefully. I was sitting up cross-legged and tangled in my sheets.
"So." I said back
"Would you like to hear about Curious George's new adventures?"
I shook my head.
"Are you sure?" Noah asked. "He's been such a naughty monkey."
"Pass.
The phone rang. Joseph darted to pick it up.
“Dyer residence,” he answered formally.
“Hold please,” he said as he covered the mouthpiece. He really was hilarious. “It’s for you, Mara,” he said. “And it’s a booooy,” he sing-songed.
I rolled my eyes but wondered who it could be. “I’m taking it in my room,” I said as Joseph erupted in giggles. Horrible.
My chest cracked open at his words. I stared into Noah's perfect face and tried to see what he saw. I tried to see us - not individually, not the arrogant, beautiful, reckless lost boy and the angry, broken girl - but what we were, who we were, together. I tried to remember holding his hand at my kitchen table and feeling for the first time since I'd left Rhode Island that I wasn't alone in this. That I belonged.
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