No, I Can Just Read You. Finally.

God,” I Moaned. “do They Use That Stuff As Rocket Fuel?” “no One Made You Keep Drinking It.” “hey, Don’t Get Preachy. Besides, I Had To Be Polite.” “sure,” She Said.

Then, As One Hand Tightened On Me And His Other Ran Gently Over My Hair, I Noticed Something. He Didn't Smell Right.

The Truth, Huh? No One Wants To Hear The Truth. The Truth Is Never Sexy. But You... You Are Too Goddamned Sexy To Be Real. -christian To Lissa

I Don't Believe In Soul Mates, Not Exactly. I Think It's Ridiculous To Think There's Only One Person Out There For Us. What If Your 'soul Mate' Lives In Zimbabwe? What If He Dies Young? I Also Think 'two Souls Becoming One' Is Ridiculous. You Need To Hold On To Yourself. But I Do Believe In Souls Being In Sync, Souls That Mirror Each Other.

When He Finished, He Drank From The Cup. Everyone Else Did Too, So I Followed Suit. And Nearly Choked To Death. It Was Like Fire In Liquid Form. It Took Every Ounce Of Strength I Had To Swallow It And Not Spray It On Those Around Me. "wh...what Is This?" I Asked, Coughing. Viktoria Grinned. "vodka." I Peered At The Glass. "no, It Isn't. I've Had Vodka Before." "not Russian Vodka." Apparently Not.