I never had a bunch of friends. I guess I just didn't fit in with anyone enough. Mostly it was always just me and Lyric. That was okay with me though.
Elizabeth NicoleI'm not proud of the past but I don't want to hide the truth from you,” he tells me. “I can tell you the truth because I know you really care about me—even the ugly parts.”
“There's nothing ugly about you,” I tell him. “We all do things we regret, unpretty things.”
“The only unpretty thing about you is me,” he says.
“You're not unpretty,” I tell him
His body was perfect. His parents were
loaded. His grades were terrible. He was a high school girl’s
dream come true.
Look back at history,” he said, after a minute or two. “Most
great and remarkable men weren't tame or politically correct.
They were raving loonies. They acted out. Heroes are badasses,
not alter-boys.”
“You don't think Jesus was a hero?” I asked.
“Jesus was the bad-ass,” he said, chuckling a little. “...talk
about somebody knowing how to make some noise.”
Nick confused me. Half the time what he said sounded
completely hypocritical. The other half of the time, what he said
sounded completely insane. He always had an opinion though,
no matter how nonsensical it was to me. I admired that about
him.
“You think Jesus would throw a book at someone?” I asked,
before I could stop myself.
His eyes popped open. I dropped my pen again. He sat up
straight and focused his eyes on me.
“I'm not Jesus,” he said simply.
No kidding.
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