Not sure how I felt about Antonio and Echo, I linked my fingers with hers. Antonio cocked a surprised eyebrow. Damn straight, bro. I just marked my territory.

Please, Noah, I don’t want to do this wrong. Tell me how to make you feel good.”He shifted so that his body rested beside mine, his leg and arm still draped over me. I felt...

You scared the shit out of me last night, so forgive me if I don’t want to hear fine as an answer.”I rubbed my eyes, hoping it would keep the burning tears away. The warm...

I wrote about the person I love most, my older brother, Noah. We don’t live together so I wrote what I imagine he does when we’re not together.””And what is that?” prodded the stout man....

Come here, baby.” And with my words, Echo leaned into me soft, pliant, broken. “You’re not alone,” I whispered into her hair as I cradled her in my arms. “You’re not alone, because you have...

You know a lot about math,” I said. You know a lot about math? What type of statement was that? Right along the lines of “Hey, you have hair and it’s red and curly.” Real...

I love you enough to never make you choose.

I must have killed a lot of cows in a past life for Karma to hate me this much.

Noah drew me closer to him. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.

Noah held my hand and my bag as he escorted me to the third floor – the Women’s Pavilion. The elevator bell rang and the doors opened. “Jesus, Echo, circulation in my hand would be...

Noah?”A welcome voice – not my mother’s, but welcome all the same: Echo. A smile spread across my face. This was too good. Me in a towel, alone in the house with my nymph. I...

Wait.” I began to pull off his jacket. “You forgot this.””Keep it,” he said without looking back. “I’ll get it from you on Monday. When we discuss tutoring.”And Noah Hutchins – girl-using stoner boy and...

I’ve got you. I swear to God, I’ve got you,” said Noah. “Stay with me, Echo.”I wanted to. I wanted to stay with him, but the shouting and screams and glass breaking in my mind...

Typical me–hurricane that leaves nothing but destruction.

Do you think people can change?” I ask Rick “Yes.” he answers plainly. “There are those who can.” That grabs my attention. “So you believe it’s possible?””Miss Stella.”He gives me his teacher-to-pupil stare. “Its boils...

Isn’t it always the things that you can’t see that hurt you?

As long as everyone thinks you’re a cutter or tried to commit suicide you’ll always be on the outs.

I don’t like how he holds on to her and don’t like how long he’s holding. That doesn’t look like brotherly love to me. I stare at his girl. Why is she so damned happy...

I walk with my head high, shoulders squared. I’m better than them. No matter the whispers and taunts they throw out. Fuck them. Fuck them all.

It doesn’t get better,” I said. “The pain. The wounds scab over and you don’t always feel like a knife is slashing through you. But when you least expect it, the pain flashes to remind...

Emotions is evil. People who make me feel are worse. I take comfort in the stone inside of me. If I don’t feel, I don’t hurt.

Living is like being chained at the bottom of a shallow pond with my eyes open and no air. I can see distorted images of happiness and light, even hear muffled laughter, but everything is...

Baby, you’ve got enough strength and tenacity to takedown drug dealers. You’ll be fine.

Yesterday Allison bought me nail polish in the annoying shade of mauve. How can anyone look at me and think mauve?

The darkness isn’t so frightening with Ryan. With him I can believe that I am a princess with a wreath of flowers and ribbons crowning my head and he is my prince sworn to protect...

Normal. She wanted normal and so did I. “You know what’s normal?””What?” She wiped away her remaining tears. “Calculus.

There are edges around the black and every now and then a flash of color streaks out of the gray. But I can never really grasp any of the slivers of memories that emerge.

Do you think we can just take it on faith right now that I want you, you want me, and we’ll figure out the happy ending part later?

This overwhelming, encompassing feeling is love. It’s not perfect and it’s messy as hell. And it’s exactly what I need.

Tell me, Haley. Please tell me it does because this means something to me.

I came to this house for safety. They came because the foster care system ran out of homes. We stayed because we were stray pieces of other puzzles, tired of never fitting.

You can ignore me, Rachel, and you can try to treat me as a friend, but none of that will erase the fact that I think about kissing you every second I’m awake and dream...

Her tactics are brutal. The Marines could employ her.

Echo is my life. My life. I lover her. If there’s a chance I can make her happy… If I can save what’s between us… I’ll do it, so fucking tell me!

It’s an innocent kiss at first. Soft lips meeting; a gentle pressure that creates a slow burn. The type of kiss you give to someone that means something. This isn’t the type of kiss to...

Nothing makes you think you might need years of therapy like saying the word breasts in front of your mother.

You both have grown up feeling as if you weren’t properly loved by those who should have loved you the most. People make mistakes. They make wrong choices at the worst moments. Never at any...

I convinced myself that everything was going to be okay. This is what happens when you believe in in hope. Karma comes around and destroy it.

Jocks usually aren’t smart. Their muscles feast on their brains.

I’m not a princess but Ryan is a knight, he just belongs to someone else.

we were nothing more than actions to reactions – helpless against our own fate. It’s true. I react and others pay.

Food shouldn’t be half-bad. It should be all good.

I don’t lose. Do you hear me? I don’t lose and that includes losing you. I’m done being kept in the dark. Im done feeling like you’re slipping right past me. You are not saying...

Sometimes life happens.

I’ve learned a lot playing college ball,” Mark says.”What you do in high school doesn’t mean shit. You can be the best ballplayer in your high school. The best in the country or state, but...

The worst kind of crying wasn’t the kind everyone could see- the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, the worst kind happened when your soul wept and no matter what you did,...

I barely brushed towards her cheek as I moved towards her mouth, her nails tickled my chest, driving me insane. Kissing her became my single reason for breathing.

Those aren’t girls. They’re vultures.

How many more of us are faking the facade? How many more of us are pretending to be something we’re not? Even better, how many of us will have the courage to be ourselves regardless...

We’d read about sirens in English this fall; Greek mythology bullshit about women so beautiful, their voices so enchanting, that men did anything for them. Turned out that mythology crap was real because every time...