Everyone Wanted What She Couldn't Have.

My Name's Jet Steele.

It Was Impossible To Get The Dimitri And Tasha Thing Out Of My Head, But At Least Packing And Getting Ready Made Sure I Didn't Devote 100 Percent Of My Brain Power To Him. More Like 95 Percent.

Our Lips Met Hungrily, And His Clever Artistic Hands Wrapped Around My Hips. A Sudden Buzz From My Regular Cell Phone Startled Me From The Kissing. "don't," Said Adrian, His Eyes Ablaze And Breathing Ragged. "what If There's A Crisis At School?" I Asked. "what If Angeline 'accidentally' Stole One Of The Campus Buses And Drove It Into The Library?" "why Would She Do That?" "are You Saying She Wouldn't?" He Sighed. "go Check It.

Okay, God, I Thought. Get Me Out Of This And I’ll Stop My Half-assed Church-going Ways. You Got Me Past A Pack Of Strigoi Tonight. I Mean, Trapping That One Between The Doors Really Shouldn't Have Worked, So Clearly You're On Board. Let Me Get Out Of Here, And I’ll...i Don’t Know. Donate Adrian’s Money To The Poor. Get Baptized. Join A Convent. Well, No. Not That Last One.

Adrian Gave Me A Look That Said I Was Wasting His Time. "because Jet Sounds Badass.