I've been very busy this past few days and I think until the finals exam. And with all of the work I have to finish and do before its due date I find way to sneak one book to read and it is Crash.
It did not disappoint me, the story was easy to grasp as well as each characters. I love how the story encircles with a girl, Luce who even though faces a lot of problem with her family and the past she’s trying to forget she still has that strength that’s burning through her that make her likable to me. While Jude was another enigmatic guy/hot/a womanizer, but when he met Luce everything changes. Their banter was fun to read and honestly I see their attraction was built easily and a bit hurried, but the story was still lovely to read with this little setback I noticed. And what was more thrilling to this book that made me gave it a four star was the twist. I don’t know why I didn't guess it the first time I read the story, I’m usually the girl who thought what will happened in the end of the story. I think it was because I was too caught up with Jude and Luce’s realm. If I’m not mistaken I see myself in this gif.
It was like I am the mailman who knows what’s going to happen in the next hours of my life as a worker: put mails in the mailbox and then move to the next...until out of the blue spongebob came out in the mailbox. That’s me the mail man, I swear.
So yeah I like this book so much that I’m trying my best to read the 2nd book though I think my best wasn't good enough L Oh and I am totally recommending it for everyone who love light read contemporary books. <3
“Good morning, beautiful.”
I elbowed Sawyer as we settled into our morning routine. “Go away, ugly, and don’t come back until you come up with a better line.”
“Just you wait, I’ve been working on a few and I think you’re going to be rather impressed come next Monday,” he replied, handing me my morning mocha he’d started bringing a few days ago.
“Unlikely,” I said
"You calling me ugly every morning might actually bruise my delicate ego if I wasn’t sure you were only teasing,” he said, nodding his head at a couple of his football teammates as they passed by.
“Or if you weren’t positively certain you weren’t ugly.”
“Are you saying you think I’m hot?” he asked, grinning a wicked one over at me.
“If that’s what you heard, you need a couple of hearing aids,” I said, taking a sip of coffee. “I was merely confirming you are not, in fact, ugly.”
“I think that’s the worst compliment I’ve ever been given,” he said, slinging an arm around me and pulling me in.
And the whole easy relationship Sawyer and I navigated most of the time just ended, like it always did, when he tried pulling me into some awkward embrace or touched me with a certain look in his eyes.
“How’s the ankle, Diamond?” a voice called out from behind us. A voice that froze my feet to the ground, but melted me in every other place.
Coming around us, Jude crossed his arms, glaring at Sawyer’s arm hung around me before looking at me. I’d never been stared at with such a mix of emotions. I’d never been stared at in a way that made my breathing irregular and painful all at once.
Lifting a shoulder, Sawyer glanced down at his wrapped ankle. “It’ll heal up all right.”
Jude’s eyes didn't leave mine. “I was talking about your other ankle.”
Sawyer paused, clearly thrown off guard. “It’s fine,” he answered.
“Do you want it to remain that way?” Jude asked, stepping forward, still watching me. Other than a bruise shadowing his cheekbone, he looked the same. I don’t know what I expected, but it just seemed like a person who’d spent almost a week in prison would come out looking different, and maybe they did, but for someone who’d been to jail a grand total of thirteen times now, it was just another day in the park.
“ You've got your arm on something of mine,” Jude said, his eyes flashing when he looked at Sawyer.
“I believe that property changed ownership when you left it high and dry curbside.” Sawyer tried to cinch me in closer, but not before I weaved out from under his arm.
Turning on him, I leveled him with my glare before spinning around and giving Jude the same. I had not worked my ass off for the grades I had, or worked tireless summer days waiting tables, or paved my way as a strong woman to be reduced to some object two jealous boys could fight over.
"I am not a piece of property,” I said, lifting my finger at Sawyer. “I am not yours,” I said, before turning around and meeting Jude’s eyes. “And I am not yours.”
Saying that the first time around was infinitely easier, and that pissed the hell out of my parental I-know-what’s-best-for-you psyche. “Now both of you leave me the hell alone.”
I shouldered past Sawyer, shoving the mocha back into his hands—I didn't want anything from him—before weaving through the crowded hall, trying to calm my heart. For the first time this week, it felt warm.
And I didn't want to accept the reason why it was because I could feel his eyes on me the entire journey down the hall, and even after I rounded the corner, I could still feel his watchful gaze upon me.
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