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“I could never see it before…
But I can now.
Parents aren’t superheroes.
Superhumans.
They’re just humans, doing their best, making mistakes, getting knocked on their ass and crawling until they can get back up again.”
― Dear Love, I Hate You
But I can now.
Parents aren’t superheroes.
Superhumans.
They’re just humans, doing their best, making mistakes, getting knocked on their ass and crawling until they can get back up again.”
― Dear Love, I Hate You
“People’s mistakes don’t define them, Zac.
It’s the decisions they make moving forward.”
― Dear Love, I Hate You
It’s the decisions they make moving forward.”
― Dear Love, I Hate You
“You really want to know?” He drags out the suspense.
“Yes.” I grow restless. “Spill.”
“Well, for starters… most guys our age aren’t looking to date.” He elaborates. “They just want to fuck around. And those who do want to date are only looking for a girl to make them feel good about themselves.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning they want her to laugh at their jokes, stroke their egos, give good head and… that’s pretty much it.” He draws a small smile out of me. “So, when guys like that see a girl like you, a girl who doesn’t look easy or desperate, they get intimidated. Label her high-maintenance and run like hell. You’re beauty and brains, Vee. You’re an immature high school boy’s worst nightmare.”
― Dear Love, I Hate You
“Yes.” I grow restless. “Spill.”
“Well, for starters… most guys our age aren’t looking to date.” He elaborates. “They just want to fuck around. And those who do want to date are only looking for a girl to make them feel good about themselves.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning they want her to laugh at their jokes, stroke their egos, give good head and… that’s pretty much it.” He draws a small smile out of me. “So, when guys like that see a girl like you, a girl who doesn’t look easy or desperate, they get intimidated. Label her high-maintenance and run like hell. You’re beauty and brains, Vee. You’re an immature high school boy’s worst nightmare.”
― Dear Love, I Hate You
“I love you. I’ve loved you since the day I barbecued your babies and pushed you down the jungle gym just so I could kiss you.” He pauses, pain lacing his voice. “I fucking love you, Vee… And I’m paying for it.”
― Dear Love, I Hate You
― Dear Love, I Hate You
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I spin to leave.
“No fucking way.” It clicks in his mind. “Little Vee?”
Here he is.
“You’re that girl Finn and I used to…” He doesn’t complete his sentence, but I know all too well what he was going to say.
“Annoy? Tease? Torture? Why, yes, that would be me. Did you seriously just figure that out? A bit slow, are we?” I snark.
My outburst only seems to amuse him.
“Look, in my defense, your mom only ever called you ‘Vee.’ I thought it was short for Vicky or Vivian or something. And it was ten years ago. I can’t even remember what I had for dinner last night.”
“Whatever.” I shrug.
“Shit, I’ve got to say, Vee.” He gives me a once-over. “Puberty did you a solid.”
My cheeks combust.
“Wish I could say the same about you,” I lie through my teeth.
Xavier smiles at my failed attempt to deny the undeniable. Let’s not pretend like puberty didn’t do every female on earth a solid when Xavier Emery went from “cute” to “sinfully hot” in the span of a summer.
“I think you mispronounced thank you.” He flashes a smug grin that makes me want to knee him where it hurts.”
― Dear Love, I Hate You
“No fucking way.” It clicks in his mind. “Little Vee?”
Here he is.
“You’re that girl Finn and I used to…” He doesn’t complete his sentence, but I know all too well what he was going to say.
“Annoy? Tease? Torture? Why, yes, that would be me. Did you seriously just figure that out? A bit slow, are we?” I snark.
My outburst only seems to amuse him.
“Look, in my defense, your mom only ever called you ‘Vee.’ I thought it was short for Vicky or Vivian or something. And it was ten years ago. I can’t even remember what I had for dinner last night.”
“Whatever.” I shrug.
“Shit, I’ve got to say, Vee.” He gives me a once-over. “Puberty did you a solid.”
My cheeks combust.
“Wish I could say the same about you,” I lie through my teeth.
Xavier smiles at my failed attempt to deny the undeniable. Let’s not pretend like puberty didn’t do every female on earth a solid when Xavier Emery went from “cute” to “sinfully hot” in the span of a summer.
“I think you mispronounced thank you.” He flashes a smug grin that makes me want to knee him where it hurts.”
― Dear Love, I Hate You
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