- Screaming out my lungs, I tried pulling Jude apart. But he won't just budge. He seemed stronger than I thought. He landed blows on his belly ruining it. I can't just fathom why he was this angry with him. He hadn't done anything wrong at all.
- If he was mad because we almost kissed then he is wrong. I can kiss whoever I want to kiss. It is my problem, not his. I hit his shoulder, telling him to stop. Then he did. He stood on his feet and walked toward me. He was burning in anger.
- "And you." He pointed to me and gripped my arm. I was sure by the time he released me, the spot would have turned red. Knowing I have delicate skin, I frowned at him. "Let me go," I yelled at him.