A War Was Coming Either

She Already Has A Car.” “a Ford. That’s Like Toyota’s Worst Enemy.

Patch's Eyes Were Slate Black, Darker Than A Million Secrets Stacked On Top Of Each Other. He Dropped His Gaze To The Ring In His Hand, Turning It Over Slowly. "swear You'll Never Stop Loving Me," I Whispered. Ever So Slightly, He Nodded.

Inwardly, I Gouged My Eyes Out.

The Trouble Was, My Feelings For Patch Weren't Harmless.

Chase Him Down And Stall For Time. I Need Two More Minutes. ” “chase Him Down? How? The Neon Has A Flat.” “with Your Own Two Feet!” “you Mean Exercise?