I Hate You (Waylon University, #3)

by Ilsa Madden-Mills

She opens the door and walks out. End of. Done. We are over. I don’t want to be near her again.

No one gets my sense of humor. Charisma did.

How was a kid supposed to know what normal was when he’d never seen it?

Just the product of two meth heads from a nowhere place in Mississippi.

He reminds me of, well, me—a little broken but still fighting.

Because ditching her was like tearing a limb from my body.

“Never lied to you. Not one time.” “No, you were brutally honest. Maybe that was worse.”

“Trust me, my ADHD lets me do a hundred things at once. Sometimes it’s a curse, but I’ve learned to roll with it.”

I know kids say mean things, know it usually points back to what’s wrong with them.

Because deep down, no matter how hard I fight, part of me thinks I’m not worth it, that I’m not good enough to make it.

I do care for them. I just don’t think my level of commitment to them was ever returned.

Yeah, but wishes are really just fairy tales with happy endings. Guys like me, we don’t get those.

“I can play them all, but I’d rather just sing. What song you want? I know the words to a shit ton.” Thanks, ADHD.

“Sorry. Random thought. Happens all the time.”

I can’t be the girl who’s always waiting for the guy to figure out what she means to him,

Karma eventually gets those who deserve it.

“You and me, babe—you ready?” “Always,” she says. I pick her up and swing her around.

My favorite book of the series. Love love loved -