I didn’t come up with the lie. It wasn’t mine. They handed the lie to me, and I tried like hell to make it work for a while.
Now whenever I left class to go to the boys’ room, I worried that I would end up on the blue tiled floor in a puddle of piss and blood.
If we held grudges for all the idiotic things we said and did as freshman and sophomores, the hallways would be silent.
If a fight looks like a lot of fun, you should be suspicious. ‘If you ain’t scared of standing up for what’s right, you ain’t standing up for much.
I mean, I really liked him to the point where being around him was sort of wonderful and painful all at the same time, you know?
Please your mother: just lie around upstairs and smoke some pot. Be a revolutionary.
She kissed me on the cheek, and my mom sang Theresa’s name from the open front door. She loves Theresa. I think she loves me more when I’m with her.
I could feel his hand on my waist, his arms around me, feel the rise and fall of his chest next to mine as I held my breath, and wished the sun would drop out of the sky.
Dude,” he said instead, “I’m flattered as hell.” And then he kicked my foot, lightly, twice. He was smiling.He couldn’t see the chasm that had opened behind my ribs.
I’ve always wanted to wake up one day in a world where I liked the right people, and they lied me in return. I worry it’ll never happen.
I’m still not totally sure I know what’s true about me.
I do like the way people behave toward me and Theresa when we’re together-everyone’s voice changes to music, and we get all sorts of smiles.