Twist Me

“Life is nothing more than a fucked-up roulette,” she says softly, “where the wheel keeps spinning and the wrong numbers keep coming up. You can cry about it all you want, but the truth of the matter is that this is as close to a winning ticket as it gets.”

gets up and walks toward me, still holding me with his gaze. He walks leisurely. Calmly. He’s completely sure of himself. And

Because he touched you, laid his hands on you

Because I didn’t like seeing you with him

where the wheel keeps spinning and the wrong numbers keep coming up. You can cry about it all you want, but the truth of the matter is that this is as close to a winning ticket as it gets.”

“Life is nothing more than a fucked-up roulette,”

Football. Something I know nothing about, but pretend I love because that’s where I see him. Out there on that field, practicing every day

Seventeen and crazy about Jake

I try to imagine what sex with Jake would be like

have no idea if I’ll like Jake as a person, but I certainly love how he looks without his shirt.