“Every party we go to, or every time I relax at school, there’s some prank or embarrassment to ruin it.”
The kid who had held her hand through the pain of losing her mother, who had climbed trees with her, and who had snuck over for sleepovers was gone and now he seemed to live solely to torment her. Jared was sweet, generous and friendly and they were the best and closest of friends. Jared and Tate grew up next door to each other. He loves me… He loves me not… He loves me… He loves me not… It was a unique twist on the bad boy meets good girl tale. I could not put it down! 5 stars!!
I thought that all the assholes drove German cars, but it turns out that pricks in Mustangs can still leave scars.”īully was a wonderfully addictive read that kept my heart racing from start to finish.
I loved all of those things, and I loved you. “You were my tempest, my thunder cloud, my tree in the downpour.
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