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I was about to sit down when Kyle__ hand wrapped around my left wrist lightly and pulled up my arm. The suddenness of his touch was startling. I looked at him, confused, and saw fire in his eyes__aw anger I didn__ understand. His eyes looked up at me and penetrated mine.

Such a pity, really; the prey falling for the predator. The victim in love with the killer... A mere mortal girl thinking a demon was capable of love.

BLUE, THE colour of the sky, of the ocean, of certain stars and planets and the hue of the bluest eyes you have ever seen.

The screech of tyres, an almighty bang and a car exploded through the playground wall like a high-velocity bullet through a watermelon.

I__ not fragile,_ I teased and kissed him harder. I supposed my bruise would say otherwise, but I didn__ want to be treated like I was going to shatter if someone touched me.

If Liana wanted to fight over Harlow, she was going to lose. Not that I liked him that way. That was to say, I wasn't sure how I felt about Harlow, but it damned sure wasn't up to her to tell me.

You can wait as long as you like, pretty one, it won't make any difference. He will never see you as anything more than some victim he has to protect. Why he thinks it his duty to protect you from the inevitable, I do not know... unless he knows something we do not...

There is a flaw to your plan._ A sly grin crept onto his face once again. My eyebrow arched at him questioningly.__ live across the street,_ he told me; and, without another word, he turned around toward his house. Then I realized what he__ meant. I__ told my problems to a stranger I would probably see again.

Oh, hell. You're a fairy," I said. "Yeah," he said. "You know, they call it 'being gay' nowadays, but sure, whatever.

By the sound of things, you know nothing about mathematics.''You can put it like that. I'm utterly useless.''Useless is such a harsh word, you are merely... inexperienced. So I thought we could start at the beginning.''I'm not that stupid. I know how to add, subtract and multiply-''I don't mean that kind of beginning...

You used to scream so well when you were scared, back when I lived under your bed.

I sunk to my knees in the spot he had left me. I felt a part of me had just been lost. I was fraught with so many emotions, confused by them all; however, I was hurt more than anything. Hurt to hear him call himself a monster. A monster? Of all the things I thought he was, a monster was not one of them.

Dear Diary: I have a confession to make: I__e become a total idiot over French pastries. They__e my new favorite food. My new-found edible souvenir. My new favorite sin. Dunkin Donuts is so yesterday.

It's funny how one life-changing event could make you forget what happiness felt like.

Do I look that bad?_ I said, my voice quavering with the rejection that I was ashamed for even caring about. __s that what this is all about? How ugly I look?__atrick kept his eyes on the back wall of the cave.__f you really have to know, it__ the opposite of that,_ he said, his voice taking on a tender tone. __ think you are the most beautiful girl I__e ever seen.

Uh, got into a fight with the kitchen or something?_ he asked, smirking. I ran my hands through my hair and felt remains of the fruit as I did and cringed. Well, this must be attractive. I motioned for him to come into the living room and shut the door behind him.__omething like that,_ I replied coolly. He walked past me and went to the kitchen, probably to get a better look. __ell, I see you won. The fruit won__ be going anywhere anytime soon. Maybe the apples. Those look like they need some more killing.

I don't like you, Park. I think I live for you. I don't think I even breathe when we're not together. Which means when I see you on Monday morning, it's been like sixty hours since I've taken a breath. That's probably why I'm so crabby, and why I snap at you. All I do when we're apart is think about you, and all I do when we're together is panic. Because every second feels so important. And because I'm so out of control, I can't help myself. I'm not even mine anymore, I'm yours, and what if you decide that you don't want me? How could you want me like I want you?

Instead of a criminal or a drug addict, I was looking at a boy__ust a boy.