But then Mason touches my neck, to the spot on it where the cut from that night has since healed, and I pull away. He was right, after all; it didn't leave a scar, though part of me wishes it had. At least I'd have some evidence, some justification of this permanence. Stains are even worse when you're the only one who can see them.

But seventeen is an inconvenient time to fall in love.

Losing me will hurt; it will be the kind of pain that won't feel real at first, and when it does, it will take her breath away.

What is the real question is not whether to be, but how to be?

Everyone has hardship in their life. Everyone has pain.

Mia,” Kim said, an edge of warning in her voice signaling the end of her patience. “You’re starting to act like one of those girls. Do you need to get me a gun?

It's just one day, one twenty-four-hour period to get yourself through. - Adam