Beatrice Evergreen, after losing everything two years ago, is slowly trying to put herself back piece by piece.
Meeting Alex Frost, a football hotshot, in college wasn't part of her plan.
She never thought a stranger could make her heart f...
We have so much in common We argue all the time You always say I'm wrong I'm pretty sure I'm right What's fun about commitment? We have our lives to live Yeah, we're just young, dumb and broke
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I don't miss that he hasn't asked permission he simply stated a fact.
Before David can grasp what is going on.
Alex drags me away.
His arm is the only thing that is literally keeping me from falling and humiliating myself in front of everyone. We make our way to outside.
After spending a long time with the ear-splitting music the outside silence is eerie. It is not that you can't hear the music blasting from inside but still it is bizarre.
The cold breeze is blowing and sending goosebumps along my arm but I don't know why I am filled with warmth maybe because of the alcohol in my system or based on the fact that Alex is near me. I rather think it is former.
I don't know if I should show gratitude towards him from saving me from doing something I would regret later or be furious for spoiling my plan.
He makes it easy for me by opening his mouth.
"Why are you here?"
For a moment, ping of pain in my chest makes it hard for me to breathe. It overwhelms me. Why does he keep doing this to me?
Immediately I overcome my agony and hope that it didn't show on my face. I have the urge to kick his ass. No one has ever made me this mad and at the same time made me feel so alive.
But right now I have to stick with the anger.
Yeah.
So.
Who the hell does he think he is?
"What do you want, Alex?"
I like the way his name rolls off my tongue.
However, it is a besides the point.
He is such an asshole!
If only I could get my hands on him, I will strangle him- or maybe kiss the living daylights out of me.
What the hell, Tris?
I shouldn't be thinking like this, he is being completely rude to me and I'm thinking about kissing me.
Seriously what is wrong with me?
I rather think this is the alcohol talking.
"You haven't answered my question." He folds his arms in front of his chest, momentarily distracting me.
