I Love Pity Parties. I Wish I'd

I Can Be A Good Friend, Or A Bad Enemy.

The Truth, Huh? No One Wants To Hear The Truth. The Truth Is Never Sexy. But You... You Are Too Goddamned Sexy To Be Real. -christian To Lissa

Aren't You Failing English?" I Asked. Angeline Flushed. "it's Not My Fault." "even I Know You Can't Write An Article On Wikipedia And Then Use It As A Source In Your Own Essay." Sydney Had Been Torn Between Horror And Hysterics When She Told Me. "i Took 'primary Source' To A Whole New Level!" Honestly, It Was A Wonder We'd Gotten By For So Long Without Angeline. Life Must Have Been So Boring Before Her.

Adrian Suddenly Glanced Up At Me. Our Gazes Locked, And I Felt Like He Could Read My Mind. How Often Did He Think About That Kiss? And If He Really Was Crazy About Me, Did He Imagine More Than Just Kissing? Did He Fantasize About Me? What Kinds Of Things Did He Think About? His Lips On My Neck? His Hand On My Leg? And Was That Leg Bare . . . ?

But Each Time You Use Spirit, You're More Likely To Go Crazy.” “already Crazy About You, Sage.