This was majorly cute. The bond Gemma and Jess shared was so special and it was so blindingly obvious they were in love with each other but theres young love for you, at least they finally admitted it no matter how long it did take them.
Gemma and Jess both have serious daddy issues and both made my heart ache a little. It really does tug on your emotional heart strings when ones got cancer and the other a wife beater. And I must've chocked down at least 5 lumps in my throat and blinked away god knows how many tears.
You got to see these two young people develop and grow up and you feel like you've got to defend them and look out for them.
I just wanted to scream at Gemma sometimes though when she kept banging on about Trace when Alex- a popular, sweet, amazing guy was right there head over heels in love with her.
' When you first told me that Trace kissed you I was so mad. Not because you had your first
kiss, because you're beautiful and you deserve to have your first kiss with a guy that you like. But
because the honest truth of the matter is-I was hoping that I would be your first kiss. And even more
truthfully, I've always sort of hoped that I would also be your last kiss.'
Yes it's a little bit cheesy since he's 16 and she's 15 but you can't deny that it is not the cutest thing ever.
My favourite scene though has to be the lake scene.
And because I'm a top reviewer ill share part of it with you all!
He smiled at her. It wasn't just a smile to be polite. It was the Jess smile.
The Jess smile that belonged to me.
Without giving myself time to consider the consequences, I got up from the dirt, removed my Nike tennis
shoes, dug my toes into the sand, and then set off running toward the water. I ran as fast as I could and
finished with a cannon ball into the ice cold liquid. I was so shocked with what I had just done that the
temperature of the water didn't register to my brain. All I could feel was the slushy mud under my feet as my
head sank beneath the water. All at once I felt a million tiny jabs of ice pierce every inch of my body. Myhead throbbed as the water swirled around it, jabbing at my eyes and inner ears. The pond was quite
shallow so my head bobbed back up within a couple seconds, but even though my mouth was well out of the
water again, I couldn't catch my breath. I opened my eyes, though I could barely make out the figures
standing on the shore in front of me. I blinked the water away from my eyelashes and was finally able to
gasp on a breath of air.
I heard Jess's voice. "Gemma! Are you crazy?" His voice was strained as he side-stepped along the
water line to get closer to me. All the girls were quiet, though as I continued to blink I could tell that they were
watching with wild excitement, especially Drew. Jess looked terrified as he began pushing his way toward
me through the knee-deep water. I tried standing up as the water must have only been four feet deep where I
was, but the mud underneath me was too loose, and I couldn't get my footing. I tried swimming toward Jess,
but my arms and legs were too cold. I could barely feel them attached to my body. They felt more like blocksof ice attached to me with staples rather than arms and legs. The girls on the beach began shrieking with
terror as they realized that I was drifting further away. Before I knew what was happening, Jess was at my
side, chest-deep in the water.
"Here, take my hand." He reached for me, and I tried to reach back, but my arm felt like it weighed a
hundred pounds.
"I don't think I can," I spoke quickly. I was starting to panic. My body had never felt immovable like this. All I
could do was cock my head back to keep my face out of the water, but my feet were sinking into the mud,
and it was getting harder and harder to stay above the waves.
Jess moved quickly toward me until the water was up to his chin. "Grab my hand, Gemma." He reached
out as far as he could, but the water was lapping me away from shore, and his fingertips were still six inches
away from my bobbing body.
"I'm freezing Jess. I can't move my-" I couldn't even finish my sentence. A piece of my hair fell against mycheek. It felt stiff and cold like an ice cycle.
"Gemma!" Panic screamed from Jess's eyes as he dove toward me. He was completely buried in the
icy-cold liquid. And within seconds I felt him wrap both of his arms firmly around my waist. His grip felt like
thorns against my body as he dragged me to the shore that was a mere ten feet in front of us. I felt so
helpless. I couldn't move any part of my body, and yet somehow every part of me was shaking
uncontrollably. Jess dragged me to the dry sand, and Drew handed him his sweatshirt, which he had quickly
discarded before jumping in the water. He wrapped it around my shoulders, but it only pressed my icy
clothes closer to my skin. Drew handed her jacket to Jess next.
"Will this help?" Her expression was eager and sincere.
Jess was breathing hard. He must have been freezing himself. "Yes, but not with all these wet clothes on
her. I'm going to go to the road and flag someone down to help us. You need to take off her wet clothes and
cover her up with the dry jackets."The next thing I knew Jess was gone and the four girls were hovering over me, carefully taking off my
soaking sweatshirt and jeans. I was embarrassed but relieved to have the heavy clothes that might as well
have been sheets of ice removed from my body. One of the girls draped Jess's jacket over my shoulders
and zipped it up, while another girl fashioned a sort of skirt for me with Drew's jacket. I felt another dry jacket
wrapped around my head and two others swaddling my feet and lower legs. I felt like a mummy, but it was a
hundred times better. I heard Jess's voice before I had realized he had returned.
"Good job. She's already looking better." I felt tired, and though not quite so icy, I still felt cold. I dreamed
of being home in front of the fireplace drinking hot chocolate. Again I felt Jess's grip-this time under my
shoulder blades and my knees as he carried me away from the lake and through the trees. Jess loaded me
into the backseat of a car. I recognized the man and woman in the front seat as the Bartons, an older couple
that lived on our street. I heard Jess and the four girls saying something outside, and then Jess slipped onto
the backseat next to me and held me close to him as the car made its way down the road. He rubbed my
arm with his hand so vigorously I thought the jacket might start on fire. Shame overwhelmed me as I thought
about myself jumping into the freezing cold lake at free will. This whole catastrophe would have been a
completely different situation, almost romantic, had I been thrust into the pond by an unexpected gust of
wind. But the fact that I jumped in made me feel like an idiot. Maybe I was remembering it wrong. I was
probably in shock and thinking incorrectly. Maybe I hadn't jumped in after all! When my lips felt thawed
enough to move, I said in a frail whisper, "What happened?"
Jess looked down at the top of my head that was nuzzled into his chest. "You jumped into the water," he
replied callously.
I had jumped into the water, and Jess was upset about it, as he rightfully should be. "Why?" I felt so tired
and weak. I meant for the question to be rhetorical. I didn't expect Jess to know the answer, but he sighedand said, "I could make a guess.".
This scene is where Gemma started realising she felt more for Jess than just friendship. I found it amusing how far she went to get his attention back. And he was like a modern day hero *swoon*