“This is not to say that I wasn't completely repulsed. I mean, I wasn't exactly proud that my stepbrotherwas in there tongue wrestling with the second stupidest person in our class, after himself.”

“Asscrown," I muttered under my breath as I headed to my next class. I wasn't proud of swearing at a complete stranger, no. but he started it.Noah matched my pace. "Don't you mean 'assclown'?" He looked amused."No," I said, louder this time. "I mean asscrown. The crown on top of the asshat that covers the asshole of the assclown. The very zenith in the hierarchy of asses," I said, as though I was reading from a dictionary of modern profanity."I guess you nailed me then.”

“Paradise is being able to say at that (second before our death) moment: "I made some mistakes, but I wasn't a coward. I lived life and did what I had to do.”

“I wasn't above bragging. Besides, I was damn proud of myself.”

“I started to be really proud of the fact I was gay even though I wasn't”

“This wasn't the first time I'd woken up as a captive. It wasn't even the second. I so needed to reevaluate my life choices.”