Sage.” He Laughed. “i’m Into Anything, So

I Tried To Be A Better Person For Her– But It Was To Impress Her, To Get Her To Want Me. But When I’m Around You, I Want To Be Better Because… Well, Because It Feels Right. Because I Want To. You Make Me Want To Become Something Greater Than Myself. I Want To Excel. You Inspire Me In Every Act, Every Word, Every Glance. I Look At You, And You’re Like… Like Light Made Into Flesh. […] You Have No Clue How Beautiful You Are Or How Brightly You Shine.

Oh, So That's Why You're Up Here. For A Pity Party." "this Isn't A Joke. I'm Serious." I Could Tell Lissa Was Getting Angry. It Was Trumping Her Earlier Distress. He Shrugged And Leaned Casually Against The Sloping Wall. "so Am I. I Love Pity Parties. I Wish I'd Brought The Hats. What Do You Want To Mope About First? How It's Going To Take You A Whole Day To Be Popular And Loved Again? How You'll Have To Wait A Couple Weeks Before Hollister Can Ship Out Some New Clothes? If You Spring For Rush Shipping, It Might Not Be So Long.

Come On Outside When Youʹre Done,ʺ I Told Her. ʺitʹs Like The Barbecue Of The Damned. Except . . . Thereʹs No Grill.

By The Way, My Name's Rose Hathaway. I'm Seventeen Years Old, Training To Protect And Kill Vampires, In Love With A Completely Unsuitable Guy, And Have A Best Friend Whose Weird Magic Could Drive Her Crazy. Hey, No One Said High School Was Easy.

He Smiled, And It Lit Up His Whole Face.