Anderson sent me to give you this he said. I believe the subtext was kiss and makeup. This time I was sure I made a face. “I rather kiss a copperhead.” I grabbed the envelop from his hand. He laughed and held up his hands in surrender. Don’t worry. It was only a figure of speech.

If Anderson was the good cop, and Blake was the bad cop, Jamaal was the complete psycho cop.

Frustration and I have become good friends. And like any friend who’s a bad influence, frustration sometimes makes me do things that are, in retrospect, stupid. – Sirensong.

Sleep was the greatest invention in the history of mankind. When I was sleeping, I wasn’t feeling guilty, or miserable, or sad.

In the battle between logic and crazy, crazy always wins.

Of course,it had to be just a rebound thing. There was no way I was interested in this arrogant, obnoxious jerk. No matter how hot he might be.

Surprisingly, fainting sounded like a really good idea. If I fainted, I'd be unconscious, so I wouldn't have to see the impossible anymore, nor would I have to feel so dizzy and sick. Than maybe when I woke up, all of this would go away and I'd find it was all just a bad dream. The mist started to turn dark around the edges.....For the record: fainting sucks.

So all you want is a kiss?" I asked. A little voice in my head said I was heading for one of those slippery slopes. I told the little voice to shut up. "Well, maybe more than one. But basically, yeah.

I picked up my mocha and stood. The cup was still almost half-full, but I didn't want it anymore. Besides, it was now luke-warm. Which meant I didn't have to worry if it was scalding him when I tossed the remains in Ethan's face.I think Finn might have craked a smileas he held the door open for me, but I wasn't sure.

Of course the fall semester didn’t start for another eight weeks or so. There was always a chance we were both being overly optimistic in thinking I’d be alive when it rolled around.