Apparently Big Guy has become the new Voldemort, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
Victoria ScottI wake up feeling like I spent the last three days in a massage parlor. My muscles are relaxed, and I feel refreshed, like I could climb Mount Everest or build an ark or cure the world of minivans.
Victoria ScottAnd the band—oh, sweet mercy—the band. They're like a cross between mini Justin Biebers and the Jonas Brothers, and the Halloween covers they're playing make my ears bleed.
Victoria ScottOh, no. No.
He's going back to her apartment in the middle of the day.
He's going to try and... and...
My stomach heaves. Hello, darkness, my old friend.
I love you, Charlie," I say. "I fucking love you so much.
Victoria ScottHer quasi-smile blossoms. "I shouldn't be scared," she says, and it sounds like something between a statement and a question.
"You should be terrified," I say. Because I'm going to show you dance moves that'll have you begging for my shit.
I will protect this girl with everything I have, because if something happens to her, I will lose myself. I will cease to exist.
And I will take everyone with me.
Big surprise. You didn't dress up."
"I came as Awesome Sauce," I say. "You probably wouldn't recognize it.
Wait? Is she trying to intimidate me? Because if she is… it just might work. Bitch be scary.
Victoria ScottI get out of the car and move to stand in front of them. Over their slobbing bodies, I say, "Seriously?" I scratch my head. "I mean, seriously?
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