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290 pages, ebook
First published June 17, 2013
"Every party we go to, or every time I relax at school, there's some prank or embarrassment to ruin it."
"Even after everything he'd done, part of me still missed that boy who was my waking thought and constant companion as a kid. But that Jared was gone now. In his place was a sour, hateful douchbag that had no regard for me."
"This is how bullies are made."
"There was a time when I had all his attention and I loved it. And as much I wanted him to leave me alone, I also liked..the way he was looking at me right now. And then I remembered that I hated him."
"Don't touch me." I'd meant to yell, but it came out as a whisper.
Jared moved his head from side to side trying to catch my eyes, his lips inches from my fave. "If I ever lay my hands on you," he said low and husky, "you'll want it."
"I hate you!" I screamed at his face and meant every word...
"Good!" he shouted in my face, boring down on me. "Finally. Because it's been a long time since I could stand the sight of you... I promise you will be in tears by next week."
"When Jared was fourteen, his father called and asked if Jared could come and visit him for the summer. Happily, Jared agreed and left for eight weeks. After that visit, though, he returned cold and cruel."
"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I know I can make this up to you. Don't hate me."
"Are you mine?" I asked as I wiped me tears.
He kissed the corners of my mouth softly... "Always have been," he whispered.
鉂漎ou said you loved me. I hate that we lost that.鉂�
I had loved Jared once, but now I knew, without a doubt, that "my Jared" was gone.
This is how bullies are made...
You were my tempest, my thunder cloud, my tree in the downpour. I loved all of those things, and I loved you. But now? You're a fucking drought. I thought that all the assholes drove German cars, but it turns out that pricks in Mustangs can still leave scars."
We can be confused about what is good for us but not about what we truly want.
Yesterday lasts forever.
Tomorrow comes never.
Until you.
I had loved Jared once, but now I knew, without a doubt, that 鈥榤y Jared鈥� was gone.鈥═he worst part about it? The summer before their freshman year of highschool, Jared went to stay with his dad. When he came home, he was different. He wanted nothing to do with Tate. And she has no idea why.
鈥淚 won鈥檛 hurt you. I鈥檒l never hurt you again. I鈥檓 sorry.鈥�
饾摚饾摫饾摬饾摲饾摪饾摷 饾摻饾摫饾摢饾摻 饾摱饾摢饾摥饾摦 饾摱饾摦 饾摀饾摑饾摃 饾摻饾摫饾摬饾摷 饾摣饾摳饾摳饾摯:
鈥淵ou were my tempest, my thunder cloud, my tree in the downpour. I loved all those things, and I loved you. But now? You鈥檙e a fucking drought. I thought that all the assholes drove German cars, but it turns out that pricks in Mustangs can still leave scars.鈥�
Thanks to Jared, my high school experience had been one long succession of rumors, pranks, tears, and disappointments.
鈥淭here were so many times when we were kids, growing up next door to each other, that I thought Jared was the greatest. He was sweet, generous, and friendly. And the most beautiful boy I鈥檇 ever seen.鈥�
鈥淭here was a time when I had all of his attention and loved it. As much as I wanted him to leave me alone, I also liked how he seemed surprised. I liked the way he was looking at me right now. And then I remembered that I hated him.鈥�
鈥淵esterday lasts forever. Tomorrow comes never. Until you.鈥�
Gaaaaah... oh dear sweet Jesus, someone pls save me from books with unnecessary and excessive angst.
Admittedly, I am not the target demographic and if the author's writing skill hadn't been so darn good, I would have chucked this down to "that book that is loved by everyone else except for me", however, I did enjoy the enemies turned lovers story and I totally get the appeal.
But...
But....
I. Didn't. Like. Tate. She's just so beautiful that all the boys wanted to date her or whatever. 馃檮馃檮馃檮馃檮馃槾馃槾. Yeah, not for me, thanks.
鈥淭his is how bullies are made.鈥�
鈥淚sn鈥檛 it about time you fought back?鈥�
鈥淵ou were my tempest, my thunder cloud, my tree in the downpour. I loved all those things, and I loved you.鈥�