His fingers were ice-cold, like he’d been holding them in a snowdrift before class. But that wasn’t why I jerked my hand away so quickly. When he touched me, it stung my hand as if an electric current had passed through us.

I just wondered… if you could warn me beforehand the next time you decide to ignore me for my own good. Just so I’m prepared.

I’m not coming over anymore if Alice is going to treat me like a Guinea Pig Barbie when I do. -Bella

Thanks to Cullen4Hire for the suggestion!

I stared straight ahead as I passed the Volvo, but from a peripheral peek, I would swear I saw him laughing.

I’m going to run over Tyler Crowley tomorrow before school?

The worst part about Friday was that, even though I knew he wasn’t going to be there, I still hoped.

I sat without moving, more frightened of him than I had ever been. I’d never seen him so completely freed of that carefully cultivated facade. He’d never been less human… or more beautiful.

I was in disbelief that I’d just explained my dreary life to this bizarre, beautiful boy who may or may not despise me.

He knows I’ve been meaning to do the laundry. Maybe he’ll think I fell in the washer.

The thing, I thought to myself… it had possibilities — as a nickname, at the very least.