Hidden Bodies (You, #2)

by Caroline Kepnes

I tell her to Google Nicholas Angevine and she does and she scans the headlines and she looks at me, horrified. “He killed her?” “Yep,” I say. And it’s impressive. I framed him for the murder so effectively that I don’t even exist in the Wikipedia page about the crime. “He murdered her and he buried her near his family’s second home upstate.”

I wish I could hit PAUSE and stay here in this moment, with the light fading. This is what all the love songs are about, the moment when you find your own way forward with someone and there is no turning back.

A fat kid on the first floor asks where I’m going. “California,” I say. “Why?” he asks. “To make the world a better place,” I answer.

I wish I could break open the window right now and parachute into Franklin Village, where I know she is, but then she might see me coming and that would be like whispering to the deer, psst, I’m here, right before shooting it.

He looks at me hard. “Do. Not. Fuck. Delilah.”

it’s a hard thing for a girl to be, not beautiful enough to be beautiful, not smart enough to be smart.

Sometimes, what you do for one night destroys your future.

So I Lyfted to Home Depot, where I bought random stuff, rope and duct tape, plastic bags, cable ties, and plastic gloves. The girl at the register winked and said she’s also a big fan of Fifty Shades and this is what has become of our society. Fucking and killing are the same damn thing.

well, Henderson is gonna learn the hard way that you can’t go around making fun of people you’ve never met before.

Amy and I had sex and heat. Beck dangled a carrot and I bit. But Love and I grow the carrots, peel them, and eat them together.

we are perfect together and I am better for knowing her and I’m still convinced that there’s a special department in heaven where they build vaginas and if you’re lucky like I am, one day you happen upon the one that was built for you.

the key to life is to believe in something that matters, something big and beautiful, something more profound than fame, money.

SEX IS BETTER WHEN YOU’RE IN LOVE

It is possible to know people. They show you who they are. You just have to be looking.

Stop looking for money. It doesn’t make you happy. All the money and all the fame, it’s nothing without love.”

We all get our hearts broken. We get fucked up and throw up and we cry and listen to sad songs and say we’re never doing that again. But to be alive is to do it again. To love is to risk everything.

“This is why I hate it when people keep getting married like it’s so simple. It’s not. Finding someone who gets you is special.”

“We don’t care, you know? We’re like, do whatever. Chill out. Be gay. Be straight. I mean, what is the big deal? We’re all gonna die anyway, you know? Who wants to spend their precious life hating?”

You can’t go around expecting everyone to be like you. That’s the point.”

But the thing is, it’s all circumstantial evidence. It’s not enough to keep me here. I was very good at killing people when I needed to be. Was. The past tense. I’m retired.