4 Stars
She could be a traitorous Medusa all she wanted, but she was my traitorous Medusa.
I don't know what it is about the crazy ones that just grab me by the throat and never let go, but damn. 🥵💜 Hendrix Hunt was one of the nuttiest lunatics but he was a loyal and sweet one. And no one is allowed to argue that with me.
She was heroin, and I was a fucking addict.
Because I'll state this now, yes, Hendrix sampled pretty much every girl his age in their county in the two years him and Lola were broken up. That's just a fact but that boy loved the hell out of Lola Stevens and no one said love was rational. And they certainly never said a broken heart to an obsessively in love teenage boy was rational either. Hendrix only became the manwhore we saw in the first two books because he was trying to exorcize the ghost of Lola from his heart, something that was impossible and he knew it. Was it pretty or romantic? Nah, but it was real. And he hated himself for it too. So, anyone hating on him for that can just shush. Because yes, he whored it up but he never kissed or shared any intimacy with any other girl because Lola was always his ride or die.
We’d formed a bond out of desperation and survival, one that taught us love, when we had no clue what that word meant, and there was no erasing that. No taking it down or cutting it off…
And the sole fact that crazy man felt such guilt over what he did during their breakup before he even knew the real truth behind it spoke far more than the actions of an out of control teenager who was running from his feelings.
Lola had broken my heart, but what hurt worse was not being with her. Every day I didn’t wake up next to that girl, it felt like I lost a little more of myself.
I genuinely loved Hendrix which is hilarious to me because I found him ridiculous in the first two books. Although he was funny as hell throughout the series I just wasn't sure what to expect from him, but clearly I just needed to climb inside his head to really appreciate him. He was just absurd but how could I not love him when he would've done anything for Lola or his brother?
I wished like hell I could erase every girl I put between us, trying to forget how much she had meant to me, how much she had hurt me.
Now Lola, I loved her. I loved that she was just as tough as the guys. That she didn't take any shit, even from Hendrix. She was a bad bitch when she needed to be and I enjoyed the hell out it. I hated what happened to her and what led to her doing what she did to protect Hendrix. It was a hard situation no matter how you spun it, and all the while she also lost her little sister too. Lola had no other choice but to be tough. Neither her nor Hendrix had it easy during their separation.
She had this Harley Quinn vibe about her, and the Joker side of my personality thrived on it.
Lola and Hendrix were literally each other's better half's. She loved his insanity and chaos, adored his possessiveness for her and fed his jealousy when it suited her. Why? Because he did the same for her. Hendrix wasn't the only crazy one of the two, just perhaps the craziest. 🤣 They shared their crazy possessiveness and jealousy when it came to one another. Nothing rational about it. That's just the sort of love and bond they shared, and for them it was their normal.
I felt like a junkie, out of control and strung out, desperate for the high I could only find in him.
I loved them together. I loved some of the push and pull early on but like most things it became a little bit exhausting after a time. I think my biggest gripe about this book was not revealing the truth sooner. I expected it, but it never happened. While I understand why the authors decided to play it the way they did it was still a little frustrating because I just wanted the air cleared between them so bad. I hated seeing them hurting.
You could fight enemies, even friends, but it was impossible to fight someone you loved, and he wasn’t just someone. He was the one.
I did understand why Lola did what she did though. I get it, and although Hendrix still did what he did to protect her the difference was that he might not have been as careful about it two years before if he'd known. So, for Lola I understood how that was a real fear for her and why she did what she did. Certainly didn't help the way her ex best friend turned on her and only made the situation worse when it all went down either.
Any other girl was Novocain—touching them, fucking them numbed the pain. But Lola, she was an amphetamine. One hit of her, and I felt everything.
But I really just loved that Hendrix got his girl. Because Lola really was his soulmate. I doubt anyone else could have handled his crazy ass.
She may have fucked up. But so had I. And at the end of the day, that girl’s smile and her love made me feel like the richest man in the whole damn world.
The epilogue was also so, so cute and honestly went exactly how I expected for Lola and Hendrix. Of course he'd be living his best life as a father. Only he who creates and thrives off chaos would be completely content with it by having a buch of little mini me's running around. I love that for them.
Her forehead touched mine, a shaky breath touching my lips. “I love you, Hendrix.”
I took an uneven breath, fighting emotions as I pressed my lips over hers, warm and soft and every-damn-thing I needed in life. Just her. Just us like this.
“I fucking love you, too.”
🖤🖤🖤🖤
“Don’t you ever fucking leave me again, Lola Stevens.”