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391 pages, Paperback
First published September 28, 2012
The first time I met Hunter Zaccadelli, I punched him in the face. Granted, he completely and totally deserved it. He also asked for it, in so many ways.
I was surprised no one chase after me, but Darah and Renee [her friends/roommates] knew about my freak outs. They knew to leave me alone and give me my space. It hadn't been the first time they'd seen me like that.
"Aw, Kid, why did you do that?"
"He cornered me, what was I supposed to do?" My hand was red and starting to turn a lovely purple shade.
"You could have told him to back off. That would have been the logical thing to do."
"You know I'm not a logical person."
"Don't you think you should talk to someone again?"
"Because that worked so well before. No thank you."
'I’m not coping with it, according to my therapists. There have been many."
"Fuck them. If breaking things and punching people every now and then helps you, I’ll be your punching bag and we can get you some stuff to throw off the roof. Deal?"
"I’m still sorry I beat you," I said, touching his perfect face.
"How’s my face looking?"
I glanced up. He was going to look quite pretty tomorrow. "A little battered."
"That’s okay. I’ll just tell everyone I was in a bar fight."
"What, you’re ashamed to say you were hit by a girl?"
"No, but I’m worried you’ll get hauled in for domestic
violence," he said with a smile.
"Okay, fine."
Two secrets. One bet. Who will break first?
Boys like Hunter burned everything they touched. Boys like that were dangerous. I knew that without a doubt.
"Sometimes people don't want the truth. Sometimes the truth is worse than a lie."
"Did you just poke me?"
I decided to play dumb. "What?" I said attempting a sleepy voice.
"You just poked me with something."
"No i didn't. I was sleeping until a moment ago."
"No you weren't. You were poking me with that piece of wire that's sitting on the floor. Very sly, Missy, but i'm not a maron."
"Fuck them. If breaking things and punching people every now and then helps you, i'll be your punching bag and we can get you some stuff to throw off the roof. Deal?"
”Loving you was the best mistake I ever made.”
”There must be a mistake”
“That’s a creative name. What do you shorten it to? Missy?”
”You are the cockiest, douchebaggy asshat I’ve ever met, and I can’t wait to get rid of you.”
”I hate you.”
“Nice try.”
“I love you?” worth a shot
“Not yet. But you will.”
”Respectfully (not) yours,
Miss Taylor Caldwell
P.S. Stop fucking emailing me.”
“Impatiently (and nakedly) yours,
Mr. Hunter Aaron Zaccadelli, esquire.
P.S. Bring it on.”
“Sincerely,
The Girl You Will Never Have
P.S. Esquire? You are so full of shit.”
“Always,
The Boy You Dream Amount
P.S. I’m also a lost prince from a faraway land. Want to do me now?”
”I don’t like you. I don’t like how your hair smells, and how I can’t stop thinking about waking up and seeing your face. I hate how my bed felt empty when you left. I don’t like how good you were with my family, especially Harper, and how I wanted to see you with them again, but not just as a guest. As a member. You’re right. I don’t like you at all.”
”I know we’re both screwed up, but even screwed up people should be able to be happy.”
”If breaking things and punching people every now and then helps you, I’ll be your punching bag and we can get you some stuff to throw off the roof.”
”Missy, you’re a jackpot. Best lucky break ever.”