Hafsa A.

“You need to stop questioning me. I’m the one with the dick, and the sooner you realize that, the easier this will be. Trust me, baby, you’ll start to like it that way.”
― Sarah Brianne, Nero

“Nero lowered his head to speak in her ear, keeping his hands on her arms to lock her in place. “My problem is simple, Elle. I have a problem with you having no trouble saying thank you to someone else. I have a problem with you wrapping your arms around someone else. And I have a big fucking problem with you not minding kissing someone else. Not one fucking time have you done any of those things to me without my asking, or just doing it because you want to, not because I want you to.”
― Sarah Brianne, Nero

“Nero, we need to talk. Chloe will not get off my ass. I told her,” Amo looked right at Chloe in the eyes, “to walk beside me, but she refuses to even say a word to me.”
　　“T-that’s how I walk!” Chloe blurted.
　　Elle started laughing; it was too hard not to.
　　“Oh, now you can talk because Elle’s around.” Elle only laughed harder.
"I blame you!” He pointed at Elle.”
― Sarah Brianne, Nero

“　Nero noticed his friends gawking. “Hey, fuckers, move your eyes to someone else.”
　　“Damn, Nero, you were right. Elle is just so heartbroken.” Amo couldn’t hold in his laughter.
　　Nero leaned up from the car and ran his hands through his hair. He turned back to them and saw Vincent closing his eyes, whispering something.
　　“What the hell are you doing?”
　　Vincent whispered something else before he opened his eyes. “I was just thanking God for leggings.”
― Sarah Brianne, Nero