Hush, Hush (Hush, Hush, #1)

by Becca Fitzpatrick

“Just a friend. Actually, not even that. He’s my bio partner.” “You’re blushing.” “Probably windburn.”

It was then that I noticed my seat belt had come undone.

WHAT?

The next thing I knew, the ride screeched to a stop at the unloading platform.

Wait

“First,” he said, coming behind me and placing his hands on the counter, just outside of mine, “choose your tomato.”

Mysterious dark man that can make ~tacos~

The battery showed fully charged. My spine tingled ominously. My cell was supposed to be dead. So how had my mom and Vee gotten through?

WAAAAAIT OH MY GOD

“Vee!” I dropped to my knees beside her. She was on her side, her legs drawn up to her chest. She groaned.

Oh my GODDDDDDDDDDD

I don’t want you tutoring Patch off school property. I especially don’t want the two of you meeting alone.” A chill tiptoed along my skin. “Why? What’s going on?” “I can’t discuss it.”

Wondering if we cant trust her. Why does SHE know so much and the last guy just up and left? No way this adult is the stalker right?

“Find anything interesting?” I jumped at the sound of Elliot’s voice behind me.

AHHHHHHH

“It’s called lying, Nora. Tell her homework is taking longer than you expected. Tell her you need another hour at the library. She’s not going to know the difference.” Elliot’s voice had taken on an edge I’d never heard before. His blue eyes snapped with a newfound coldness, his mouth looked thinner.

Shut up im scared

“Here’s the deal,” said Vee as we strode down the sidewalk to the front doors. “I sort of invited a couple of people. The more the merrier, right?” “Who?” I asked, feeling the dark stirrings of foreboding in the pit of my stomach. “Jules and Elliot.”

FUCK

‘Does Patch have a restraining order against him?’“ he read. “ ‘Is Patch a felon?’” “Give—me—that!” I hissed furiously. Patch gave a soft laugh, and I knew he’d seen the next question. “ ‘Does Patch have a girlfriend?’ “

OH FUXK

“I need to get back to work,” Patch said. He gave me a once-over that lingered a bit below the hips. “Killer skirt. Deadly legs.”

Shut.up

Detective Basso whipped his head around. “Well? Which is it? Did he climb or jump? He could have pushed past you and gone out the front door. That would be the logical option. That’s what I’d have done. I’m going to ask once more. Think real careful. Did you really see someone in your room tonight?”

Alright captain dickweed

“New car?” I asked after I opened the door. He gave me a mysterious smile. “I won it a couple nights ago off a game of pool.” “Someone bet their car?”

HUH

But no pickles.

Dumb

Then he shoved me back against the siding and pinned me there with his body. “You’re coming camping whether you want to or not.”

Patch is going to kill him

“He dragged me out the front door and shoved me against the house.” “But he was drunk, right?” “Does it matter?” I snapped.

Vee. Youre pissing me off

Light footsteps sounded on the stairs, growing closer, and when Miss Greene stepped out of the darkened stairwell,

I KNEW IT

“You,” she whispered.

WHHHHAAAAAAAAATTTTT

“I get that you’re angry—,” said Patch. “I am ripped apart!” I shouted.

Crying

“I’m not going to kill you, Nora. I don’t kill people who are important to me. And you top the list.”

Jules was Chauncey.

Hence why he was never around when patch was around. Does fhis meannora inherently thinks chauncy is hot?

“Valiant attempt,” he grunted. “But that won’t kill me. I’m Nephilim. I’m immortal.”

Well fuck

“What good is a body if I can’t have you?”

Sobbingg.

“That must be the alarm system company,” Mom said, meeting me in the hall. “I called, and they said they’d send a guy out today.

If its patch im gona lose it

Patch stood on the porch.

Our little guardian angel