The Mistake (Off-Campus, #2)

by Elle Kennedy

He’s one of those rare creatures who can party like past-day Robert Downey Jr. and somehow be as successful and revered as present-day Robert Downey Jr.

I go into every conversation nervous I’m going to embarrass myself, and then I end up embarrassing myself because I’m nervous.

“Babe, you’ve gotta stop revealing all your crazy up front. Seriously. Save all that stuff for later, when you’re in a relationship with the guy and it’s harder for him to run away.”

It’s official: I’ve actually met a guy who can pull off a wink.

My advice? Don’t waste your time obsessing over the stupid actions of stupid people.”

“Well, this has been fun, but I think I’ll go upstairs and kill myself now.”

Christ, everything about my life depresses the shit out of me.

First and foremost—be confident. Second—be spontaneous. Third—the only opinion that matters is your own.

“best friends suffer together or not at all.”

I know I don’t look beautiful, but the way he’s gazing at me…I feel it.

“And just in case my reaction to your idiocy didn’t make it clear where I stand with us, then let me spell it out for you.” I whirl around to scowl at him. “I love you, you stupid jackass.”