The Greatest And Most Powerful Revolutions Often

Seth Laughed When He Saw Me. “hey,” I Said, Poking Him With My Foot, “be Nice.” “i Think This Is The First Time I’ve Ever Seen You Look Anything Less Than…” He Paused, Playing With Word Choice. “well-planned.” “why, You Silver-tongued Romantic Devil. That Is The Look I Usually Go For. Other Women Go For Sexy Or Chic Or Beautiful. But Me? Well-planned All The Way.” “you Know What I Mean. Besides, Unplanned Isn’t A Bad Look For You. Not Bad At All.” His Voice Sounded Deliciously Low And Dangerous, And Something Ignited Between Us As We Held Each Other’s Eyes.

He Didn't See Me Looking At Him, But I Could Tell The Ceremony Was Having The Same Effect On Him. He Was Enraptured. It Was A Rare And Sweet Look For Him, Reminding Me Of The Tortured Artist That Lived Beneath The Sarcasm. I Liked That About Adrian—not The Tortured Part, But The Way He Could Feel So Deeply And Then Transform Those Emotions Into Art.

Very Often The Things We Most Desire Come Only After Much Patience And Struggle.

Right," I Scoffed, "alpha Yam Ergo." Adrian Nodded Solemnly. "a Very Old And Prestigious Society." "i've Never Heard Of Them," Said The Girl Who'd Claimed The First Shirt. "they Don't Let Many People In," He Said. In White Paint, He Wrote His Fake Fraternity's Initials: Aye. "isn't That What Pirates Say?" Asked One Of The Girls. "well, The Alpha Yams Have Nautical Origins," He Explained. To My Horror He Began Painting A Pirate Skeleton Riding A Motorcycle. "oh, No," I Groaned. "not The Tattoo." "it's Our Logo," He Said.

‎she Didn't Understand What It Was Like To Be Filled With A Love So Strong That It Made Your Chest Ache—a Love You Could Only Feel And Not Express. Keeping Love Buried Was A Lot Like Keeping Anger Pent Up, I'd Learned. It Just Ate You Up Inside Until You Wanted To Scream Or Kick Something.