Do you believe in Jesus?Jesse looks at me so brown-eyed it hurts.He nods.”I do,” he says.I sit up.”I think you look like him.

An accident you’re in? It marks you on the outside, maybe. Scars your face or your skin-breaks bones,crushes skulls,leaves the body changed.An accident witnessed? You’re different on the inside. Maybe there’s no cut someone else...

I’ve become a kissing addict. I think that’s it. The buzzy feeling. Burning lips. The foggy eyes. Maybe i could kiss every good-looking guy here at school. Maybe even the good-looking male teachers. The thought...