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“She is probably by this time as tired of me, as I am of her; but as she is too Polite and I am too civil to say so, our letters are still as frequent and affectionate as ever, and our Attachment as firm and sincere as when it first commenced.”
― Jane Austen, Love and Freindship

“Still here?â€� he drawls when he notices me.
“Still a presumptuous asshole?� I snap back.
I expect him to double down on the nasty replies, to crush me with spite, so you can imagine my surprise when he clamps his mouth shut, the corners of his lips twitching into a small smile. His pale eyes rake over my face for a second too long, and I squirm under his undivided attention.
Why, oh why, does he have to look like that?
Low blow, Life, low blow.”
― Eliah Greenwood, Dear Love, I Hate You

“You really want to know?â€� He drags out the suspense.
“Yes.� I grow restless. “Spill.�
“Well, for starters� most guys our age aren’t looking to date.� He elaborates. “They just want to fuck around. And those who do want to date are only looking for a girl to make them feel good about themselves.�
“M±ð²¹²Ô¾±²Ô²µ?â€�
“Meaning they want her to laugh at their jokes, stroke their egos, give good head andâ€� that’s pretty much it.â€� He draws a small smile out of me. “So, when guys like that see a girl like you, a girl who doesn’t look easy or desperate, they get intimidated. Label her high-maintenance and run like hell. You’re beauty and brains, Vee. You’re an immature high school boy’s worst nightmare.”
― Eliah Greenwood, Dear Love, I Hate You

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.â€� I spin to leave.
“No fucking way.� It clicks in his mind. “Little Vee?�
Here he is.
“You’re that girl Finn and I used to…� He doesn’t complete his sentence, but I know all too well what he was going to say.
“Annoy? Tease? Torture? Why, yes, that would be me. Did you seriously just figure that out? A bit slow, are we?� I snark.
My outburst only seems to amuse him.
“Look, in my defense, your mom only ever called you ‘Vee.� I thought it was short for Vicky or Vivian or something. And it was ten years ago. I can’t even remember what I had for dinner last night.�
“Whatever.� I shrug.
“Shit, I’ve got to say, Vee.� He gives me a once-over. “Puberty did you a solid.�
My cheeks combust.
“Wish I could say the same about you,� I lie through my teeth.
Xavier smiles at my failed attempt to deny the undeniable. Let’s not pretend like puberty didn’t do every female on earth a solid when Xavier Emery went from “cute� to “sinfully hot� in the span of a summer.
“I think you mispronounced thank you.â€� He flashes a smug grin that makes me want to knee him where it hurts.”
― Eliah Greenwood, Dear Love, I Hate You

“So, tell me, Love,â€� Dad asked as I stared at my new friend with beady eyes. “What kind of person do you want to be in life? A butterfly?â€� He paused. “Or a caterpillar?”
― Eliah Greenwood, Dear Love, I Hate You

“Do you think I’m crazy, fantasizing about a guy I’ve never met in person, Jeremiah? Hell, we haven’t even spoken on the phone or video chatted—just old-fashioned, hand-written letters.”
― Samantha A. Cole, Wannabe in Wyoming

“I have to warn you, if you check your phone one more time, it might break,â€� I tease, and he flashes an adorable, guilty grin. I’m talking the kind that could melt through steel and nurse a broken heart back to health.
“That obvious, huh?�
“A little bit.�
His grin morphs into a full-blown smile. “Busted.”
― Eliah Greenwood