"phone call from hell made by jesus"
"She was a demon who kissed like an angel.
Sweet lips, bitter laugh.
She was intoxicating, like a drug.
bad for me, but so good.
she was the moon, shinning yet considered dark.
bad news and good news wrapped into one."
"Who's that for lover boy?" Jade asked, peeking over Beck's shoulder. "Someone." Beck replied, nonchalantly. "Well, I hope she hates it." Jade said, harshly. She spun around and exited in a hurry manner.
"She's like a phone call from hell made by jesus."
xox
"Here." Beck put a paper in Jade's hand. She raised her eyebrow before looking at it. Her hands trembled as her eyes surveyed every line. Finally, Jade finished, and looked at him, questioning. Beck's shoulder tensed but relaxed when Jade threw her arms around him. She hold on to him, with her dear life. "I hate you, I hate you." She repeated, in a hush tone.
A phone call from hell made by jesus indeed.