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Five reasons why I, Jules Demarco, a properly is now so only Trey would eat

2 My stupid wenus is broken and hurts like hell

3 It’s a snowy Super Bowl Sunday and I’ forty-five h I’, and I’m the one who has to suffer for it

5 That loser just delivered his pizza without consequence, and also? Does not have a broken wenus

"I’nore the pain, roll away fro erly pick up ain and s hard The inside of that box will be pretty gross right now I don’t want to think about it

"I’m really sorry--I was in a hurry"

It’s true that he’s being ridiculously nice about this I almost wish he weren’t If he were a jerk about it, I could stay furious a lot longer

"Me too," I confess with a sigh "I was already off balance froh the door" Shut up, shut up, I tellpart of the blame What the hell, Jules?

It’s love! I cry back to myself How can I help it?

I hate you, I say to inner Jules Hate You

Sawyer cringes when he sees how not-floppyis "Oooh Been there Sorry I really am," he says He dips his head and looks into my eyes

"Yeah Thanks" I’ve dropped a few pizzas in my day "Not the best day for it, but there it is" All of a sudden I sound likeabout the weather I dropnice, knohat I know

"Want me to pay for it?" Sawyer comes to life and whips out a wad of tips from his pocket, and all I can do is stare at him

"Who are you?" I say, almost under my breath, but he hears uy," he mutters "I hope your parents don’t freak out"

I narrowa pizza and getting yelled at, or if there’s another layer there "They won’t," I say slowly "Why would they? And put your money away It’s fine It happens Trey will eat it"

He laughs then "So would I You sure?" He looks atti research His lashes are superthick, superlong, deep brown, coreen of his irises Every blink is a sweeping dra, I’ myself out

I nod stupidly

He shoves the money back in his pocket, and we just stand there, silent and aard Finally he says, "Need me to call in the reorder for you?"