Also, I Didn’t Trust Any

Hey." She Said, Looking Up From An Open Book Propped Up On One Knee. She Brushed A Few Strands Of Pale Hair Out Of Her Face. Her Boyfriend, Christian, Lay On The Floor Near Her, His Head Propped Up On Her Other Knee. He Greeted Me By Way Of A Nod. Concidering The Antagonism The Sometimes Flared Up Between Us, That Was Almost On Par With Him Giving Me A Bear Hug.

It's Late, I'm Tired, And Your Cigarettes Are Giving Me A Headache," I Growled. "i Suppose That's Fair." He Drew In On The Cigarette And Let Out The Smoke. "some Women Think They Make Me Look Sexy." "i Think You Smoke Them So You Have Something To Do While Thinking Up Your Next Witty Line." He Choked On The Smoke, Caught Between Inhaling And Laughing. "rose Hathaway, I Can't Wait To See You Again. If You're This Charming While Tired And Annoyed And This Gorgeous While Bruised And In Ski Clothes, You Must Be Devastating At Your Peak.

Oh," He Said, Knocking A Red Ball Into A Hole. "it's You." "you Were Expecting Someone Else?" I Asked. "am I Interrupting Your Social Calender?" I Made A Big Show Of Glancing Around The Empty Room. "i Don't Want To Keep You From The Mob Of Fans Beating Down Your Door." "hey, A Guy Can Hope. I Mean, It's Not Impossible That A Car Full Of Scantily Clad Sorority Girls Might Break Down Outside And Need My Help.

In The Real World, You Can Make Your Own Miracles.

By The Way, My Name's Rose Hathaway. I'm Seventeen Years Old, Training To Protect And Kill Vampires, In Love With A Completely Unsuitable Guy, And Have A Best Friend Whose Weird Magic Could Drive Her Crazy. Hey, No One Said High School Was Easy.