eat my shorts, kid ----

"Nothing good ever stays with me. Absolutely nothing."

                                                             ”…—”

                     The burning of eyes on his figure causes hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end, which causes him to look up from the pavement and scan the area for whomever it is watching him like a hawk.                            It doesn't take long to land eyes on the lithe brunette, hands shoving themselves into his pockets and staring back at her. Two can play at this game.                                                                         "Don't have a cow, man." 

            “No.” Slugger doesn’t do the socializing thing. She does the killing thing.

            Is it just him, or are girls getting colder and colder these days? A little scoff and he'll throw up his hands in defence. "Wow, shit, whatever." 

      Dude, can’t you see I’m trying to eat here?                                                                     Seriously.

         "This isn't Friday afternoon at your school cafeteria,                                                      firecrotch, this is a skate spot."