Are you okay with what we ordered?” Angeline asked him. “You didn’t pipe up with any requests.”
Neil shook his head, face stoic. He kept his dark hair in a painfully short and efficient haircut. It was the kind of no-nonsense thing the Alchemists would’ve loved. “I can’t waste time quibbling over trivial things like pepperoni and mushrooms. If you’d gone to my school in Devonshire, you’d understand. For one of my sophomore classes, they left us alone on the moors to fend for ourselves and learn survival skills. Spend three days eating twigs and heather, and you’ll learn not to argue about any food coming your way.”
Angeline and Jill cooed as though that was the most rugged, manly thing they’d ever heard. Eddie wore an expression that reflected what I felt, puzzling over whether this guy was as serious as he seemed or just some genius with swoon-worthy lines.
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Somehow, Sydney had an internal clock that told her when time was up. I think it was part of her inherent ability to keep track of a hundred things at once. Not me. In these moments, my thoughts were usually focused on getting her shirt off and whether I’d get past the bra this time. So far, I hadn’t.
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She sat up, cheeks flushed and golden hair tousled. She was so beautiful that it made my soul ache. I always wished desperately that I could paint her in these moments and immortalize that look in her eyes. There was a softness in them that I rarely saw at other times, a total and complete vulnerability in someone who was normally so guarded and analytical in the rest of her life. But although I was a decent painter, capturing her on canvas was beyond my skill.
She collected her brown blouse and buttoned it up, hiding the brightness of turquoise lace with the conservative attire she liked to armor herself in. She’d done an overhaul of her bras in the last month, and though I was always sad to see them disappear, it made me happy to know they were there, those secret spots of color in her life.
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Rose, nothing in this world could make me hate you."
"Not even trying to bring my ex-boyfriend back from the dead?
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I loved you and you destroyed me. You took my heart and ripped it up. You might as well have staked me.
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You destroy my life then feed me inspirational philosophy.
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Sage, aren't you guys supposed to have uniforms? This looks like what you usually wear.
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Can’t you get me some swank bachelor’s pad like Keith has downtown so I can party with all the rich vacationers? Drinking alone is sad and pathetic. I need people. Even human people.
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Oh,” he said, knocking a red ball into
a hole. “It’s you.”
“You were expecting someone else?”
I asked. “Am I interrupting your social
calendar?” I made a big show of
glancing around the empty room. “I don’t
want to keep you from the mob of fans
beating down your door.
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Oh,” he said, knocking a red ball into
a hole. “It’s you.”
“You were expecting someone else?” I asked. “Am I interrupting your social
calendar?” I made a big show of glancing around the empty room. “I don’t want to keep you from the mob of fans beating down your door.
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