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“Ally,” he said in greeting. “Satan,” I replied. “Back already? I would have thought you were too busy destroying innocent souls in L.A.”
Shane chuckled. “You haven’t looked this horrified since that rabbit of yours died when we were five.” “Don’t bring up Fluffikins at a time like this. Like my day isn’t going badly enough.”
The Book Thief,
Chase probably just wanted his book back, and there was no way he was trying to kiss me. But when I woke up the next morning and found his copy of The Book Thief lying right outside my door, I had to wonder if perhaps I’d been wrong.
I’d be nothing more than a pile of ash once he was done with me, but this was worth being burned to the ground for.
I’d created an enemy out of a boy whose only fault was loving me, and my heart was breaking from his words.
The color drained from Chase’s face as my words lashed out at him. “You don’t mean that.”
“And I do love you. I love you because the things that have happened between us were real, because we are what happens when things don’t go to plan.” He closed the distance between us once more until our bodies were but a breath apart. “And because I miss every damn thing about you, including every little thing I thought I hated. You are the most stubborn,
most annoying pain in the ass I’ve ever known, but you’re my pain in the ass, and I’m not letting you throw us away.”