I've come to the conclusion that, aside from Nazis, the Taliban, and possibly the honey badger, there is no one on the planet more merciless than a teenage girl once she's decided she dislikes you.

Growing up, I mostly read comic books and sci-fi. Then I discovered the book 'Jane Eyre' by Jane Austen. It introduced me to the world of romance, which I have since never left. Also, the world of the first-person narrative.

I'm a liar. And I can't stop thinking about boys.

But I let it slide, because, hello, hot guy.

Adam gave me a scandalized look. "Fraternizing with the enemy!" he cried. "For shame, wench!

Someone Hot is sometimes can't be the person they appear to be- except for their hotness... that cannot be denied.

I may have been dead for the past hundred and fifty years, Susannah,...but that doesn't mean I don't know how people say good night. And generally, when people say good night, they keep their tongues to themselves.