“Oh. So that’s why I’m here. I think I’d take a therapist over this.”
The ultimate insult, as there’s nothing Isaac despi- ses more than being held prisoner with forced concern. He glances up at the ceiling in contemplation before dec- iding.
“Wanna bail?”
There's a part of her that wants to stick around , be the girl that follows her parents'orders, stay at events like these to surround herself with people who sleep with a Bible on their nightstand. But her mother wasn't here to judge, and these were the SAME PEOPLE that made her eat lunch in the girl's bathroom. So in short -- fuck that !
"Now there's an idea."
Take it as a yes.











