βNothinβ, just trying to make you angry. Itβs hot.β
Cue slow lip bite. βYou enjoy it or you wouldβve beat the living daylights outta me already.β
βI hear ya. Neither am I. Guess thatβs why I really stopped believing all of this shit βbout sinners going to Hell. I just figure that Iβll end up where I deserve to end up. Doesnβt really matter where.β
βWhatβs on your mind thatβs got you goinβ south? Where Iβm from, they say that suicides go straight to Hell. I donβt believe it, but, should scare ya if yβdo.β
Snatches his pencil back.
βBeen okay. Thankinβ God every day for my struggles. Would rather be strugglinβ than six feet under, yβknow?β
Sets his homework aside to meet Justinβs gaze. βWhatβta βbout you?β
Cue a little smirk.
βI ainβt no buzzkill.β Fixes his hair promptly before gently tossing the football back. βIβm just always one step aheadβa you.β