Then he smiles at me and my heart starts beating harder, which I'm ashamed to admit, but it's true. Hearts betray you like that. This is why it's perfectly acceptable to be cardiophobic, afraid of hearts.
Carrie JonesWhat?"
"That's sweet."
I am sweet. My heart flip-flops and I bite my lip a little bit. Sweet as in a lollipop, or sweet as in a girl you wold like to kiss passionately in the stacks? That's the question.
That Nick is a nice boy."
I eyed her. "He doesn't like me."
"Really? Are you trying to convince yourself or me? Because I found him pressing a bandage to your head while you were passed out drooling on the couch.
... we all need a little bit of rescuing from time to time. It doesn't make us weak.
Carrie JonesDo you like me? You know, like me like me?"
I cringe the moment I ask and cover my face with my hands. The smell of blood and trail dirt wafts into my nose. Something sinks inside me. What is it? Oh, I know, any dignity I could possibly have left.
I do a victory dance worthy of any NFL running back. Uh-huh.
Carrie JonesWhere'd the dog go?" I ask, sounding panicky.
"That wasn't a dog, Zara," he says, words whisper strong.
I jerk my head up. "What was it then? A cat? A gerbil? A geriatric hamster?
... no one can ever save someone else, you know? We can only save ourselves. You know that, don't you?
Carrie JonesStichwörter: self-determination personal-responsibility
His reddish hair is rumpled, but in a deliberate I'm-in-a-boy-band way.
Carrie JonesThat is a definite no-no in the Good Father Handbook.
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