"You don't even know what you're getting yourself into."
"I do, I get it. I'm helping you and I don't care how much you push me away."
"It's scary, Eleanor. These people don't care who they hurt. They don't care that you're young, they don't care that you've got your whole life ahead of you, they don't give a shit about you, love. They just care about pain, blood, revenge, and hurting me; especially anybody fighting for me."
"I said, I don't care."
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Eleanor can't live like this anymore. Same town all of her life, same people, same routine. She has to change.
She had never felt love when she lived in Montana, not by her friends, not by her family. She never knew what it was like to love somebody, until she met Derek.
They have a strange love. He's way older than she is, and at first, he's controlling, obsessive, and hides things from her. He says he cares, but does he show it?
But soon, he can't hide things anymore. She figures out some of his dirtiest, and darkest secrets.
Their romance begins when she realizes they have more in common than she thinks.
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"Derek, I can help you. I think you're underestimating what I'm capable of."
Alone. A simple word that has always held many meanings to Ella, and starting her senior year at a new high school, solitude had seemed the easiest way to go.
A week passed, bland and unnoticed, before her plans quickly get thrown overboard.
Losing one of her most priced possessions, she finds herself making a rather simple deal with someone from school. His name, for her book.
There's only one little problem; she has no idea who this person is.
Laughs and tears, friends and heartbreak, and the past that comes knocking on the door. Ella faces it all as she takes on the search to find her secret admirer.
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"I can't believe him after the texts, the letter, the flowers. All these months and he just tells me 'we'll talk later'", I told him, feeling absolutely frustrated. I am so damn stupid, thinking this was gonna be something special or whatever.
"It isn't him", he suddenly spoke and I just rolled my eyes. He doesn't even know what he's talking about, the imbisile.
"It is, you don't even know what you're talking about so shut up", I cried out, walking forth and back for the hundredth time.
"Listen, I do and it isn't him", he yelled this time and I stopped walking, angrily turning to him. Can he stop just pissing me off even more? "Oh yeah? And how are you so sure?"
"Because it's me"