Book: Beautiful and vicious

I'll keep it to myself. I can do this for very long. Because I am strong. Because I'm ISIS Blake, maybe I'm not attractive, not charming, but very, very strong.

- You smell so good, I say. - You're fun to tease. And I like your mom. You're smart. A bit silly but still clever. I really had fun. War. Kiss. Date. And you called me beautiful, and it was great. So, even if we will never fight again, even if you're gonna hate me for saying that I like you, thank you. Thank you very much...

Music is the best medicine. Destroys all thoughts in my head, if it is sufficiently loud, and keeps them away if it's a really good song.

No one should have to give your whole heart to another person, without receiving in response at least appreciation.

There are rules. And rule number one: don't try to be someone you are not.

- Did you have fun? How many guys kissed? she asks.
Seventy. No less.
- How many shots have you had?
Fourteen. Halfway home I let go of the wheel, and Jesus drove me the remaining part of the road.
She laughs and pats me on the head.
I'm glad you had fun.

- Sparkle with his audacity before you will flash your ass.
- And whose is this statement? - she laughs.
- So says my grandmother. She's the head of a gang of motorcyclists in a nursing home.

From ISIS good at pretending everything is fine. But not perfect. And soon begin to show cracks.

- How did you find me? If you hacked the computer Club to see my appointments...
Wow, I think you overestimate me, boring. My fault only that I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I saw you and decided...
To haunt me.
- ... tactful to approach you. Using their own method. Following from behind. I thought I will not see. Just ten minutes!

Love is when you accept and I wish you just the way you are, with scars and all.