Arms around my waist and Pigpen has me in the air.

I'm cold and clammy and hot at the same time, yet I'm free.
I lift my head and the autumn breeze feels good against my skin.
Free. I'm officially outside the box. I'm free.
Free is terrifying and open and it's similar to being a bit lost-but it still feels...free.

The most dangerous guy at my school-the lone person who makes me feel safe-is reveling in the way I am touching him.

Anyone who ever makes you the slightest bit uncomfortable, Breanna, you tell one of us. You're with Razor, which means you're family.

Luke used to give me butterflies. Noah spawned mutant pterodactyls.

Perché crescere significa prendere decisioni difficili, e non è sempre piacevole fare la cosa giusta.