Before i was jumped in i remember Lucky telling us how being in a gang was like having a second family... a family who would be there when your own family wasn't. They would offer protection and security. It sounded perfect to a kid who'd lost his father.
I want to tell her how much she's become the center of my being. But I can't. The words won't come.
For my Perfect Chemistry series, I did movie-style book trailers, and my fans went crazy for them.
It reminds me of myself - seemingly perfect on the outside but inside is all a mush.
I wonder if it's medically possible to be addicted to another human being.
I don't belong here. It doesn't matter, because even if I don't belong in this place, she's here and I want to be where she is.
I'm ready for that adrenaline rush...with you.