It Occurred To Me That I Was

"jerks," I Muttered. Then I Brightened. "oh, Hey. Doughnuts."

There’s A Big Difference Between Death Threats And Love Letters–even If The Person Writing The Death Threats Still Claims To Actually Love You. Of Course, Considering I Once Tried To Kill Someone I Loved, Maybe I Had No Right To Judge.

You're Better Than This. Better Than Whatever It Is You're Going To Do Now.

And So, Surpassing My Own Records For Dangerous, Reckless Behavior, I Ripped Off Sonya's Bracelet. "i'm Rose Hathaway.

I Know How You Guys Feel About Us. I'm Not Stupid, And Believe Me, I've Tried To Get You Out Of My Head. But There Isn't Enough Liquor Or Art Or Any Other Distraction In The World To Do It. I Had To Stop Going To Wolfe's Because It Was Too Hard Being That Close To You, Even If It Was All Just Pretend Fighting. I Couldn't Stand The Touching. It Was Agonizing Because It Meant Something To Me－and I Knew It Meant Nothing To You. I Kept Telling Myself To Stay Away Altogether, And Then I'd Find Excuses… Like The Car… Anything To Be Around You Again.