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384 pages, Hardcover
First published October 4, 2016
“Dark eyes lock on mine. I stop breathing for a second. Guys at Woodley don’t look like this- rough, inked, and muscular. His hair sticks up in the front like he started spiking it and lost interest halfway through the process.”
Lexie, Frankie’s best friend. I loved her boldness, ability to see humor in even the bad things, and her unfaltering loyalty towards Frankie. Frankie was not a good friend- if I’m being honest, but Lexie always came when she was needed and was honest with her.
CRUUUUZ. Oh my god, total girl crush over here. I want a spin-off of her story tbh. She is so unapologetically confident and honest. I loved her charm and how she never let anyone think she was anything less than the best.
Kami’s writing style!!! Even with the many, many issues I should’ve had with this book… I. Could. Not. Stop. Reading. Everything just flowed so perfectly that I read it all in one sitting.
The romance: it’s definitely instalove, but even after that- Marco and Frankie really aren’t even together that much? Throughout the whole book, there is only a couple in-depth scenes with them together, which was a little disappointing.
The parents: nonexistent, or nonexistent and super rich.
The “street racing”: this was the thing I was most excited about reading because it’s nothing I’ve really read of before. Sadly, there was BAAARELY any street racing happening? Sure it was talked about, but it there were like two scenes where it actually happened..
AAAND MARCO: he kind of reminds me of Travis Maddox. Key word here is ‘reminds’, because they’re not really alike, but Marco did pull some Maddox-type stunts. There was some possessiveness stuff happening and not to mention where he gets super depressed and starts begging for her back while drunk.
"He's talking about street racing," Sofia whispers, filling in the blanks.
"Is that a big thing around here?"
Sofia leans toward me, and her dark waves fall over one shoulder, covering her scars. "For lots of people, it's the only thing."
One foot is on the clutch, the other on the brake. I picture the pedals on a piano, the way my feet controlled them as my fingers danced across the keys. Playing the piano requires a firm but delicate touch...and timing. Getting up this ramp can't be harder than playing Mozart's Concerto no.19 in F Major.
“My heart jumps, but I ignore it. “Don’t talk about me like I’m not here.”
Marco heads for the cars. He slows down as he passes me, dipping his head close to my ear. “I’m trying to protect you.”
“Maybe I don’t need protecting.”
“Things could’ve ended differently tonight. The guys who hang out at the races aren’t good guys.”
“You hang out here,” I say.
Is he trying to scare me?”
“So is there something going on between you two? Because he’s a total lunatic, in case you didn’t pick up on that after this morning and tonight.”
“You did not just say manwhore.”
She glares at me. “He has hooked up or slept with at least half the girls at Monroe, maybe more. Please stay away from him, Frankie. The way he was looking at you…”
“He’d never be into her,” one of them whispers.
Because I’m not his type? Or because I’m from the Heights?”
“Hey, Frankie?” he calls out.
I glance back at him, ignoring the eyes on us. “Yeah?”
“You should smile more often.”
A hint of one tugs at the corner of my mouth. “I’ll think about it.”
“Marco lingers by the door for a moment. “I’ll see you around, Angel.”
“Why do you keep calling me that?”
“Does it bother you?” He cracks a half smile...”
“Marco looks confused for a second and steps back. “You mean me. I make you uncomfortable. Is that it? I’m a thug from the Downs. We’re all alone and it’s dark. I get it.”
“I’m not scared of you.”
“Yeah, I can tell.” He sounds hurt.
“I’m not.” I start to slide off the hood, but Marco leans over and boxes me in with his arms. Our lips are inches apart.”
“After all the girls you’ve hooked up with, I wouldn’t want to be a disappointment.”
He doesn’t break eye contact, and with just inches between us, the intensity is nerve-racking. “There’s nothing disappointing about you, Frankie."
“This can’t happen. Not with a guy who takes me apart with a kiss. I don’t want to get attached to anybody now that I know how quickly someone can be taken away. I haven’t even recovered my memories from the night Noah died. I need to be stronger, not more vulnerable. But I’m not admitting that to Marco.”
“The last time I saw him we were kissing … and yelling. My lips tingle just thinking about it. Why is that kiss so hard to forget?”
“My mind flashes back to the kiss, the way his lips felt against mine. Without thinking, I touch my mouth. Marco sucks in a sharp breath.”