ghost of a girl

"—— coming from the girl that’s  dragging me to your boyfriend’s  frat party. i could list a million  other things i’d rather be doing.”

'               you brought it up. ' 

[text: allison] I woke up and you were gone! [text: allison] last time that happened -  [text: allison] this is stupid.

                “______ please.”        He is not a man who begs, and if        she makes a move to leave again,         there won’t be a protest.  He’d let her        go.  Always will.  But tonight - tonight        he needs someone.  Needs her.

[text: allison] don’t be ridiculous.

"i wouldn’t lose at beer pong. we both  know i would put those guys to shame.  i can’t get drunk, so i kind of have that  advantage. —— body shots? maybe i’ll  ask stacy if she’s going. you’re buying.”

' do you find it impossible to go   one night without the girl you're   sleeping with hanging off your   arm like a god damn rag doll ?                      should i reschedule? ' 

[text: allison] next time - do. [text: allison] or leave a note.

                “Please.”      & quiet words are all he can offer,      afraid that further speech will reveal      just how shaky his voice is, and that      will betray how his hands are quaking,      and how he’s fracturing at the seams.

[text: allison] why.

                 ”Stay.”

"we can order one. i’m not paying five  dollars for a cup at a shitty party where  i’d have to wait in line for fifteen minutes  just to fill it up. you’re on your own.”

  '         i think someone's scared he     might lose at beer pong. c'mon, since    when have you ever had to wait in line    there when you're with me. there'll be     body shots, pizza after? please? '