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314 pages, Paperback
First published November 18, 2015



“Should we make it even?”
“Wha— How?”
“I’ll let you watch me get off tomorrow in class. Don’t be late.”



Eighteen had better improve fast. Because if this is what it’s gonna be like for the rest of my life, then what is the point?
He sighs, letting out a long breath of air. And then he leans over the table, grabs my face, and kisses me.

He pushes me backwards, trying to make me lie back on the desk. It’s slow and not at all harsh. But he makes it clear that I will be bending backwards for him. I give in and let my back rest on the table.
He unbuckles his belt.
“What are you doing?” I ask, really in a panic.
“Fucking you,”

He takes my hand and pulls me up, then hikes my jeans back up my legs. “OK, now that we got that out of the way, we still gotta work."

"I told you, I don't like stalkers."
"I'm not a stalker. I'm your boyfriend."
"You make no sense to me. You don't follow the rules."
"Whose rules? Your rules?"
"School rules, for one. You're my fucking teacher!"
"Technically, no. I'm a subcontractor. But ethically, yes."
"It's the ethics that count, don't you think?"
"So walk out. report me to Bowman. Call the police. Do whatever the fuck you want."
"If your left hand is the upper right quadrant of the unit circle, and your fingers represent the angles of the unit, and your pinky is zero degrees, what's the angle measure of the finger where I'll put your wedding ring one day?"
"You did not just say that."
"You are the biggest asshole ever."
"Thank you," he says, still laughing.
"I think I hate you right now."
"I don't care," he says, turning over on his stomach and resting his head in his hands so he can see my face. "You'll love me in the end."

Stay the fuck away from Danny Alexander.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
"I'm saving you, bitch."


“Eighteen had better improve fast. Because if this is what it’s gonna be like for the rest of my life, then what is the point?”
“He makes me nervous. That’s a new feeling for me. Usually I’m the one making guys nervous.”
“This guy, he’s like a bulldozer who runs me over.”
”I feel like he’s pulling me into something that feels good in all the wrong ways.”
“I’m gonna be seeing a lot of you, Shannon Drake. There’s no way in hell you’ll be invisible to me.”
“You’re a fucking explosion in a bottle waiting to happen. People talk to you because they can’t help but see you.”







He sighs, letting out a long breath of air. And then he leans over the table, grabs my face, and kisses me.
”I think I hate you right now.” “I don’t care,” he says, turning over on his stomach and resting his head in his hands so he can see my face. ”You’ll love me in the end.”
”I’m gonna come on that shirt,” he says. “Because it’s not yours.”
He unbuckles his belt. “What are you doing?” I ask, really in a panic. “Fucking you,” he says.
”If your left hand is the upper right quadrant of the unit circle, and your fingers represent the angles of the unit circle, and your pinky is zero degrees, what’s the angle measure of the finger where I’ll put your wedding ring one day?”

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“Life isn't all or nothing. It's something in between.”

“You’re an unmissable girl. You’re a fucking explosion in a bottle waiting to happen. People talk to you because they can’t help but see you.”


"Are you my problem, Mateo? Or my answer” “Which do you want me to be?” “Both”


“What the fuck are you doing?”
“I’m saving you, bitch.”
He sighs, letting out a long breath of air. And then he leans over the table, grabs my face, and kisses me.

“Turn on the light.”
“Why?”
“So I can watch.”
“Do it,” he says. “You might like to think you’re in control, but you’re not. I am.”
“You’re creepy, Mateo.”
“Thank you. But you’re keeping me waiting.”
“I told you, I don’t like stalkers.”
“I’m not a stalker. I’m your boyfriend.”

“Get off,” he whispers in my ear. “Right here, on my porch. With the screen door open and the camera rolling. I’m going to sit on the chair off to the side and do the same. And then I’m going to take you inside, play it back on the bedroom TV, and make you come again.”
“Nice show,” a voice calls from near the street.
“Fuck you,” Mateo calls back. “You wish you saw something, asshole.”



Eighteen is hard. And so is Mateo Alesci.

“I’ll fu&$ your brains out and you will forget all about starting over because what I will do to your body will be so addictive, you will never want me to stop. Do you understand?”
”He holds all the power. He holds all the cards. He holds my entire future in his hands. And I have to give in. Because Mr. Alesci is my teacher.”


“I told you, I don’t like stalkers.”
“I’m not a stalker. I’m your boyfriend.”

“Life isn’t all or nothing, it’s something in between.”




“I’m gonna be seeing a lot of you, Shannon Drake. There’s no way in hell you’ll be invisible to me.”
“Are you my problem, Mateo? Or my answer” “Which do you want me to be?” “Both”



3.5 STARS






