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By Anonym 17 Sep

Michelle Hodkin

Names?' the receptionist asked us. “Jesus,” Jamie answered. “Mary,” said Stella. “Satan,” I said as I walked past her and pushed open the door to Ira Ginsberg’s office.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Michelle Hodkin

I was just going to say it reminds me of the symbols on a family crest.” Noah stopped mid-stride, and turned very slowly. “We’re not related.” “I know, but—” “Don’t even think it.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Michelle Hodkin

Are you going to draw?” “Nope.” “Shame. I was going to ask you to do me like one of your French girls.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Michelle Hodkin

I punched him nos so lightly in the arm. 'Asshole.' He was silent for a few minutes, and then he smacked my arm. 'OW!' 'You had a mosquito.' 'No, I didn't.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Michelle Hodkin

Is there any point asking what you're going to make me do on Sunday?' 'Not really.' Okay. 'Is there any point asking what you're going to do to me?' He grinned wickedly. 'Not really.' Fabulous. 'Does it involve the use of a safe word?' 'That will depend entirely on you.' Noah moved impossibly closer, just inches away. A few freckles disappeared into the scruff on his jaw. 'I'll be gentle,' Noah added. My breath caught in my throat as he looked at me from beneath those lashes, ruining me. I narrowed my eyes at him. 'You're evil.' In response, Noah smiled, and raised his finger to gently tap the tip of my nose. 'And you're mine,' he said, then walked away.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Michelle Hodkin

He was beautiful. And he was smiling at me.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Michelle Hodkin

This changed nothing. Nothing at all. Noah Shaw was still a whore, still an asshole, and still painfully out of my league. This was my inner mantra, the one I repeated on a loop until Noah tilted his head and spoke. "You coming in?" Yes. Yes I was.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Michelle Hodkin

My fingers caught on something else as I withdrew them. It was his T-shirt, the white one with the holes in it. I filled my hands with the fabric and brought it up to my face. I caught the barest, faintest scent of him, soap and sandalwood and smoke, and in that moment, I felt not loss but need. Noah was there for me when I had no one else. He believed me when no one else did. He could not be gone, I thought, but my throat began to hurt and my chest began to tighten and I curled up in bed, knees to chest, head to knees, waiting for tears that never came and sleep that did.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Michelle Hodkin

You should’ve seen the way he was looking at you while you were out.” I smiled a little. “How?” “Like you’re the ocean and he’s desperate to drown.”

By Anonym 16 Sep

Michelle Hodkin

In my rush, I hadn’t tied my shoelaces. Noah was now tying them for me. He looked up at me through his dark fringe of lashes and smiled. The expression on his face melted me completely. I knew I had the goofiest grin plastered on my lips, and didn’t care. “There,” he said as he finished tying the laces on my left shoe. “Now you won’t fall.” Too late.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Michelle Hodkin

Squawking pierced the funeral's hushed atmosphere as hundreds of black birds flew overhead in a rush of beating wings. They settled on a cluster of leafless trees that overlooked the parking lot. Even the trees were wearing black.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Michelle Hodkin

My name is not Mara Dyer, but my lawyer told me I had to choose something. A pseudonym. A nom de plume, for all of us studying for the SATs. I know that having a fake name is strange, but trust me—it’s the most normal thing about my life right now. Even telling you this much probably isn’t smart. But without my big mouth, no one would know that a seventeen-year-old who likes Death Cab for Cutie was responsible for the murders. No one would know that somewhere out there is a B student with a body count. And it’s important that you know, so you’re not next.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Michelle Hodkin

Wait," I said as Noah slipped a book from a shelf and headed toward the door. "Where are you going?" "To read?" But I don't want you to. "But I need to go home," I said, my eyes meeting his. "My parents are going to kill me." "Taken care of. You're at Sophie's house." I loved Sophie. "So I'm...staying here?" "Daniel's covering for you." I loved Daniel. "Where's Katie?" I asked, trying to sound casual. "Eliza's house." I loved Eliza. "And your parents?" I asked. "Some charity thing." I loved charity. "So why are you going to read when I'm right here?

By Anonym 16 Sep

Michelle Hodkin

I feel like I'm going to catch hepatitis just standing here.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Michelle Hodkin

Before I could say anything, Jamie began writing giant letters over the words with his index finger. F-U-C-K Y-O-U. My sentiments exactly.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Michelle Hodkin

Someone’s after her—” “Your antagonist, good . . .” “And she’s getting worse. She needs to figure out what’s going on.” Daniel leaned his chin on his hand and raised his eyebrows. “How about an Obi-Wan slash Gandalf slash Dumbledore slash Giles?” “Giles?” Daniel shook his head sadly. “I hate that I never managed to persuade you to watch Buffy. It’s a flaw in you, Mara.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Michelle Hodkin

Sorry' doesn't mean anything when you can't promise not to do it again

By Anonym 19 Sep

Michelle Hodkin

The people we care about are always worth more to us than the people we don't.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Michelle Hodkin

Tonight. And I would give him tomorrow, and everyday after, for as long as I possibly could. It wasn't enough for me, but it was enough for him

By Anonym 17 Sep

Michelle Hodkin

My father might be right. If I lost Noah, I might just lose my mind.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Michelle Hodkin

I twisted my arm to curl him behind me and he unfolded there, the two of us snuggled like quotation marks in his room full of words.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Michelle Hodkin

Have you made any other friends since we've been here?" I gave him the death stare. "Yes, actually." "Who? I want a name." "Jamie Roth." "The Ebola kid? I heard he's a little unstable." "That was one incident.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Michelle Hodkin

Rubbish. The Taj Mahal is only a hundred eighty-six square feet. This house has twenty-five thousand." I stared at him blankly. "I was kidding," he said. I stared at him blankly. "All right, I wasn't kidding. Let's go, shall we.?" "After you, my liege.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Michelle Hodkin

I’m too selfish to leave you,” I said. Noah pulled back so I could see his smile. “I’m too selfish to let you.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Michelle Hodkin

The first thing I noticed when I woke up was that I was covered in blood. The second thing I noticed was that this didn’t bother me the way it should have. I didn’t feel the urge to scream or speak, to beg for help, or even to wonder where I was. Those instincts were dead, and I was calm as my wet fingers slid up the tiled wall, groping for a light switch. I found one without even having to stand. Four lights slammed on above me, one after the other, illuminating the dead body on the floor just a few feet away. My mind processed the facts first. Male. Heavy. He was lying face down in a wide, red puddle that spread out from beneath him. The tips of his curly black hair were wet with it. There was something in his hand. The fluorescent lights in the white room flickered and buzzed and hummed. I moved to get a better view of the body. His eyes were closed. He could have been asleep, really, if it weren’t for the blood. There was so much of it. And by one of his hands it was smeared into a weird pattern. No. Not a pattern. Words. PLAY ME. My gaze flicked to his hand. His fist was curled around a small tape recorder. I moved his fingers—still warm—and pressed play. A male voice started to speak. "Do I have your attention?" the voice said. I knew that voice. But I couldn’t believe I was hearing it.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Michelle Hodkin

I'd wasted so much time wishing I could be different, wishing I could change things, change myself...I thought it would be easier to be someone else than to be who I was becoming, but I didn't think that anymore

By Anonym 19 Sep

Michelle Hodkin

There's some fuckery afoot.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Michelle Hodkin

I didn’t know enough to hold myself back. Now I was too aware, hyperaware, and so the fear chained me.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Michelle Hodkin

This is a love story. Twisted and messy. Flawed and screwed up. But it's ours. It's us. I don't know how our story will end. but I know it will start. I pick up my pen and begin to write: My name is not Mara Dyer, but my lawyer told me I had to choose something.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Michelle Hodkin

The two of us snuggled like quotation marks in his room full of words.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Michelle Hodkin

I’m starved for her, all the time, even now—I want every part of her, to devour her, to inhale her, but I also want her slowly.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Michelle Hodkin

Asscrown," I muttered under my breath as I headed to my next class. I wasn't proud of swearing at a complete stranger, no. but he started it. Noah matched my pace. "Don't you mean 'assclown'?" He looked amused. "No," I said, louder this time. "I mean asscrown. The crown on top of the asshat that covers the asshole of the assclown. The very zenith in the hierarchy of asses," I said, as though I was reading from a dictionary of modern profanity. "I guess you nailed me then.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Michelle Hodkin

We’re mutants now?” “Don’t tell Marvel. They’ll sue us.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Michelle Hodkin

Any minute now . . .”Two seconds later, the sound of an alarm filled my ears.“What did you do?” I said over the noise as he backed up toward the bathroom door.“The girl who gave you the note?”“Yes . . .”“I caught her staring at my lighter.”I blinked. “You gave a child, in a psych ward, a lighter.”His eyes crinkled at the corners. “She seemed trustworthy.”“You’re sick,” I said, but smiled.“Nobody’s perfect.” Noah smiled back.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Michelle Hodkin

I kiss the inside of each knee and up, farther, the roughness of my cheek raising redness on her skin.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Michelle Hodkin

I'm chasing oblivion I will never find.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Michelle Hodkin

PLAY ME. My gaze flicked to the hand. The fist was curled around a small tape recorder. I moved the fingers—still warm—and pressed play. A male voice started to speak. “Do I have your attention?” the voice asked. I knew that voice. But I couldn’t believe I was hearing it. “Noah’s alive,” Jude said.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Michelle Hodkin

You don’t get what you do for him. You’re like his manic pixie dream girl or something.” Jamie thought for a second. “Actually, more like his psychotic demon nightmare thing, but whatever. You get my point.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Michelle Hodkin

Who is she? Who is this girl who would allow me to do this, here, now? And how am I allowed to have her?

By Anonym 20 Sep

Michelle Hodkin

Why?' He asked. 'Why what?' What could I say? Noah, despite you being an asshole, or maybe because of it, I'd like to rip off your clothes and have your babies. Don't tell.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Michelle Hodkin

You want me as much as I want you. And all I want is you." My tongue warred with my mind. "Today," I whispered. Noah stood slowly, his body skimming mine as he rose. "Today. Tonight. Tomorrow. Forever.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Michelle Hodkin

You’re distracting,” I said truthfully. “I won’t be. I promise,” Noah said. “I’ll get some crayons and draw quietly. Alone. In a corner.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Michelle Hodkin

My chest, Stella’s hip, Jamie’s left ass cheek.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Michelle Hodkin

Thanks. Seriously, you must have better things to do with your life than waste it on the hopeless?' 'I've already learned Parseltongue. What else is there?' 'Elvish.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Michelle Hodkin

I looked up at the video camera and stared. Then raised my hand and gave it the middle finger. “I thought you were going to give it the District Twelve salute,” Jamie said.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Michelle Hodkin

What are my options?" "You could read obscure poetry while I play the triangle, I suppose. Or we can smother ourselves in peanut butter and howl at the moon. Use your imagination." "Fine,"I said. "You take my hand and back up toward the bed." "Excellent choice. What then?" "You sit down, and pull me down with you." "Where are you?" he asked. "You pull me onto your lap." "Where are your legs?" "Around your waist." "Well," Noah said, his voice slightly rough. "This is getting interesting. So I'm on the edge of your bed. I'm holding you on my lap as you straddle me. My arms are around you, bracing you there so you don't fall. What am I wearing?"... "What do you usually wear to bed?" I asked. Noah said nothing. I opened my eyes to an arched brow and a devious grin. Oh my God. "Close. Your. Eyes," he said. I did. "Now, where were we?" "I was straddling you," I said. "Right. And I'm wearing..." "Drawstring pants." "Those are quite thin, you know." I'm aware. ... "Right," he said. "So what are you wearing?" "I don't know. A space suit. Who cares?" "I think this should be as vivid as possible," he said. "For you," he clarified, and I chuckled. "Eyes closed," he reminded me. "I'm going to have to institute a punishment for each time I have to tell you." "What did you have in mind?" "Don't tempt me. Now, what are you wearing?" "A hoodie and drawstring pants too, I guess." "Anything underneath?" "I don't typically walk around without underwear." "Typically?" "Only on special occasions." "Christ. I meant under your hoodie." "A tank top, I guess." "What color?" "White tank. Black hoodie. Gray pants. I'm ready to move on now." I felt him nearer, his words close to my ear. "To the part where I lean back and pull you down with me?" Yes. "Over me," he said. Fuck. "The part where I tell you that I want to feel the softness of the curls at the nape of your neck? To know what your hipbone would feel like against my mouth?" he murmured against my skin. "To memorize the slope of your navel and the arch of your neck and the swell of your-

By Anonym 16 Sep

Michelle Hodkin

I wagered my heart on her and lost, again and again, but still I would do it. I could never bet on anyone else.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Michelle Hodkin

You're supposed to say, 'All I want is your happiness. I'll do whatever it takes, even if it means being without you.'" "Sorry," Noah said. "I'm just not that big of a person.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Michelle Hodkin

I tilted my head up and asked, “What would you do if I kissed you right now?” He pretended to think about it for an obnoxious amount of time before saying, “I would kiss you back.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Michelle Hodkin

Does anyone know how to start a fire?" Blank stares. "So we can't start a fire," [Jamie] said. "We can't fly. We can't create a force field. We are the most bullshit superheroes.