"Right, then," Noah said, and looked at me with a curious stare. He raised an eyebrow. "About that."
I didn’t know what to say, so I said nothing.
"You like me," he finally said. "You like me, like me.” He was trying no to smile.
"No, I hate you," I said, hoping that saying it would make it so.
”And yet, you draw me.” Noah was still smug, completely undeterred by my declaration.
My Favorite Books: The Mara Dyer Trilogy by Michelle Hodkin
My name is not Mara Dyer, but my lawyer told me I had to choose something. A pseudonym. A non de plume, for all of us studying for the SATs. I know that having a fake name is strange, but trust me—it’s the most normal thing about my life right now. Even telling you this much probably isn’t smart. But without my big mouth, no one would know that a seventeen-year-old who likes Death Cab for Cutie was responsible for murders. No one would know that somewhere out there is a B student with a body count. And it’s important that you know, so you’re not next.
Rachel’s birthday was the beginning.
This is what I remember.
today. tonight. tomorrow. forever.
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You got anything for his mouth?