The only thing a boyfriend was good for was a shattered heart.

You're going to have to drive off the road and park behind thoses bushes," I instructed Vee. Vee leaned forward, peering into the darkness. "Is that a ditch between me and the bushes ?" "It's not very deep. Trust me, we'll clear it." "Looks deep to me. This is a Neon we're talking about, not a Hummer.

Shh!" the guy beside me hissed again. "Blame him," I told the guy, pointing at Patch. The guy craned his neck back. "Listen," he said, facing me again. "If you don't quiet down, I'll get security." "Fine, go get security. Tell them to take him away," I said, again signaling Patch. "Tell them he wants to kill me." "I want to kill you," hissed the guy's girlfriend.

Hang on, did you just call me Angel?" "If I did?

The Patch I knew didn't run from anyone.

I can't imagine why you're so interested." He shook his head. "Interested? We're talking about you. I'm fascinated.

There was nothing wrong with fire … as long as you didn’t stand too close. Something to keep in mind.