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1 " All clichés aside, sometimes a girl just needed to cry in the rain. "
― Ali Harper , Beautiful Bedlam (Beautiful Bedlam #1)
2 " Meet Logan Jackson, smug, self-entitled, proud, arrogant, trust-fund brat. "
3 " Be careful. He uses that line on all the girls. "
4 " Sienna Rivers, ex-nerd, undisputed reigning chess champion of the class of 09 and the proverbial all round wise-ass degenerate pain in your backside. "
5 " A strange cold fear gripped him as he looked down at that angelic face resting against his shoulder. Her thick dark lashes lay heavy against her perfect olive skin like two perfect dark crescent moons concealing those glorious starry green eyes burdened with anguish much too raw and intense for a teenager to bear. She was frail and tiny and much too beautiful, light as a feather in his arms, like a pure white dove. Things were only going to get worse before they were going to get better but that was okay because Logan was determined to be there for Sienna every step of the way. "
6 " Ink black hair, dark smoldering eyes with eyelashes so enviably long they cast shadows upon his cheekbones, a dimpled smile and broad shoulders and a height a little over six feet was all that comprised of Logan Jackson. Basically, he looked like he had just stepped out of the cover of GQ magazine and belonged in Milan and not Haven Falls.He looked the same but completely different all at once. His pretty boyish features had hardened. He was still handsome but in a rougher more masculine way. Gone was the slightly mischievous innocent child. Now there only remained a devilishly handsome young man "
7 " They were like magnets completely drawn to each other, mirroring one another’s movements and stances. They were like the opposite poles north and south completely different to one another yet they seemed to reflect and bring out the rare pure beauty and goodness within each other. Her heart thumped and walloped around in her chest cavity as if she had just completed a marathon. Her stomach fluttered nervously at the mere sight of him looking at her like that way. "
8 " Its true. We did go in that room together and yes we were going to…you know… but Logan was so drunk. Like really drunk. He could barely see or walk or talk properly. But when he did all he kept talking about was you.” Rose said somberly. “Like what?” Sienna asked skeptically. “At first about how much he hated you, how he hated your dad, and your mom, then he started saying how he hated the fact that you could throw a football better than half the guys, how you pretend you don’t get dirty jokes when he knows you do, how you taste like strawberries and how he hates it when you smile ‘cos when you do, it lights up the sky.” She said sincerely. "
9 " Ow, is anybody looking? Oh good lord, do you think it’s possibly to lose your virginity to the floor? I haven’t done the splits since I was thirteen years old!” Sienna grumbled before breaking out in to a hysterical laugh along with her best friend. "
10 " Sienna swallowed down her hurt and added it to the growing infestation of pain placed it in that beating glass jar of hers, concealed it shut and buried it deep under the filth and grime of her soul that no one cared to dig through. She didn’t blame them. Nobody likes to get their hands dirty, sometimes not even for the most hidden treasure and buried gold. "
11 " You talk weird.” She whispered as she stared up at the white ceiling.“Its part of my barely there practically nonexistent charm, but just like genital herpes, I grow on ya, kid and I’ll getcha in the end.” Sienna replied with a smirk, although her words were vaguely comical, everything else about her was not. "
12 " He was the spark, twinkle and gleam of the stars and she was merely the dark night sky behind that allowed him to shine in contrast. She was stupid for ever thinking otherwise. "
