The Devil Wears Girl Jeans [BEING EDITED]

About 16 years ago, a fantastic gift was bestowed upon my parents, and they named it Hartley. Yeah, rhymes with Fartley. Thanks mom and dad. Regardless of the unfortunate things my name rhymed with, I had a blissfully drama free childhood, until highschool rolled around. From my first lungful of the heavy, nacho and A...

Hey Ms. McClain, I'm older than you

"Kill him?" My voice came out quiet. "What about Amy then?" I challenged after a moment. He seemed to see how what he said was affecting me, and smiled. It was cold and cruel, but behind the mask was something else, but I couldn't tell what it was, so I focused on his next words. They shocked me. "If she can't have h...