Melissa

“Do you have any idea how hard it is to walk through the woods in a dress and heels?!”

“So take them off…..”

“What?” I question him, confused.

“Well, not the dress obviously….unless you want to. I won’t object,” he smirks.
“The shoes. Take off your shoes.”
― Jessa L. Gilbert

“I thought I told you to stay away from me,” I snap.

“No, you told me not to touch you again. You never said to stay away,” he shrugs.

“Why are you such an asshole?”

“Probably the same reason you’re such a pain in the ass. For the fun of it.”
― Jessa L. Gilbert

“Ow!” I yelp. My eyes pop open and I jerk up into a sitting position, automatically reaching for my now injured leg. “You kicked me!” I accuse as I glare angrily at my attacker. I still in disbelief as I find myself once again face to face with the same boy I had encountered only days before.

“I had to make sure you were alive,” he states simply, an edge of amusement coloring his words, as he shrugs unapologetically. “It’s not like I find a lot of girls playing dead in the woods.”
― Jessa L. Gilbert

“And he saw it in her eyes. Still. The belief that there could be someone other than herself. You, he wanted to shout. You. No one but you. Stupid, stupid girl.”
― Melina Marchetta, Froi of the Exiles