I kissed Ryan, and it charged him up like a freaking Duracell.
Kelly OramMots clés supernatural young-adult favorites
Besides, if one little kiss makes her a slut, I'd hate to know what that makes you.
Kelly OramYou’re already mine. You just don’t know it yet.
Kelly OramMots clés ryan-miller
It's just not worth it to be so stressed and angry about everything. Life's generally not so bad- most people just choose to see the negative.
Kelly OramShe questioned my sexual preference in a highly offensive way, so my fist questioned the proximity of her face in an even more offensive way.
Kelly OramI’m going to hell for the lies I tell.
Kelly OramAccording to Mr. E., all of this was my fault,” Ryan explained. With a little too much amusement if you ask me. “For making you fall in love with me
and ruining everything.”
“Why did that ruin everything?”
Ryan was quiet for a moment, and I couldn’t believe it when his grin changed into that infamous cocky smirk. “You just said you love me!” he
accused with excitement.
Again, I gaped at him, temporarily speechless. Of course I denied it. I had to; it was my natural reaction to his ego. “I did not!”
“Did too.” He grinned. “You said, ‘why did that ruin everything.’ Meaning you agree that it happened. You said it. Can’t take it back. You love me.”
Learning to control my powers was child’s play compared to keeping a straight face right then, but I couldn’t give in to his smugness. He was just so
sure of himself. “Do not.”
“Do too.”
“Do not.”
“So do too.
Are you going to put on your old cheer uniform?”
Ryan was a little too excited by the thought of me in a costume, so I squashed that idea, and fast.
“In your dreams.”
“Not exactly.” Ryan grinned wickedly. “In my dreams you’re usually dressed like Wonder Woman.”
Ugh. I wondered how long it would take for him to start in on the superhero crap. Obviously, not long. I was not amused, but Ryan seemed to think
himself hilarious. I could also tell by the look on his face that he was quite confident he’d have me in costume one day. “Never gonna happen,” I
assured him. “Ever.”
And of course he responded with that classic, cocky smile. “Just like you were never gonna be my girlfriend, right?
Becky!” I had to laugh. “You’re worse than me! It’s no wonder he’s such an egomaniac.”
“What? You’re telling me you can say no to that face?”
I wanted to say yes, but it would have been a lie and we all knew it.
The way I see it,” Carter said, “I have to keep your secret because if I don’t call a truce with you, that someone who’s going to get killed someday
will probably be me.” I shrugged. He was right about that. But I smiled again and held out my hand. “Fine. Truce.”
“Truce,” Carter agreed, and shook my hand. “So how about a statement for my article?”
“Sure. ‘No comment.’
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