The blonde checks out the legs of the car like Pigpen checks out the legs of my English teacher--like a dog in heat.

There's this guy in my club, Pigpen. He's about the same age as Ms. Whitlock, late twenties, and he's a walking hard-on for this woman even though she would never give him the time of day. He practically runs into walls when she's around because he's too focused on checking her out.

Sometimes a good girl needs to be bad.

Pigpen pushes off the wall. "Won't be far."Which means he'll be outside the door, standing guard.

The nurses are pissed Pigpen gave me a fresh pair of jeans and a T-shirt to change into.

Kittens and clowns don't make sense to me anymore.

That's my dysfunction in the hallway.

I don’t care if she [Ms. Whitlock] knows I love Breanna. Besides, the lady hates me and probably won’t read it anyhow.