His eyes brightened. “You have my word. I won’t even think about your panties...unless you want me to.” Travis stared at me as if I’d spoken a foreign language. “I’m wearing boots. Get on.” He slipped on his sunglasses, and the engine snarled when he brought it to life. I climbed on and reached for something to grab on to, but my fingers slipped from leather to the plastic cover of the taillight. I looked down to my plate, letting the long strands of my caramel hair create a curtain between us. I didn’t like the way it made me feel when he was so close. I didn’t want to be like the other scores of girls at Eastern that blushed in his presence. I didn’t want him to affect me in that way at all. What are they laughing about?” I asked, gesturing to the rowdy table. He shook his head, clearly not wanting to share. I crossed my arms and squirmed in my seat, nervous about what they were saying that caused him so much aggravation. “Tell me.” Why oh why did I read this? I’ve read every book in this series. And I’ve enjoyed them! Beautiful Disaster and Walking Disaster were my very first introductions into the new adult genre. I loved those books and they will always hold a special place. But this book…. What did I even read?

FIVE. The whole subplot with her mother. WAS IT NECESSARY? Did her mom NEED to randomly show up? Did Abby really need to find out through Jesse that she died? AND identify the body? All for Abby just to come to the conclusion of feeling indifferent about her death? WHICH WE ALREADY KNEW FROM BD AND WD! Like there could’ve been a less traumatic way to do this IMO. I hurried out the door and down the hall. Just when I felt sure I was a safe distance, Travis Maddox was at my side. No you haven’t,” America said before realizing her mistake. “Oh...er...that’s right, I forgot you grabbed a...pizza? Before we left.”The next day, Shepley and America joined me for lunch. I had intended to sit alone, but as students filtered into the cafeteria, the chairs around me were filled by either Shepley’s frat brothers or members of the football team. Some of them were at the fight, but no one mentioned my ring-­‐side experience. Travis Maddox? Jesus, Abby, since when did you start fishing in the deep end?” Finch said with disapproving eyes. Travis smiled at me in what I assumed was his most charming expression. He oozed sex and rebelliousness with his buzzed, brown hair and tattooed forearms, and I rolled my eyes at his attempt to lure me in. The sharp bleating of a bull horn cut through the smoky air. The noise startled me, and I jumped in reaction, looking for the source of the blast. A man stood on a wooden chair, holding a wad of cash in one hand, the horn in the other. He held the plastic to his lips. Shepley shook his head. “Jesus, Adam!” he yelled to the emcee over the noise, clearly disapproving of his friend’s choice of words.

Adam brought the bull horn to his mouth once again, and the yelling and movement escalated to a feverish pace.

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This isn’t my first rodeo, Mare. Do you know how many times he’s screwed things up for me because he one-­‐nights the best friend? All of a sudden it’s a conflict of interest to date me because it’s fraternizing with the enemy! I’m tellin’ ya, Abby,” he looked at me, “don’t tell Mare she can’t come over or date me because you fall for Trav’s line of BS. Consider yourself warned.” Why do you have to fight at all, then? Why didn’t you try for scholarships?” I asked. “I did. I was awarded half my tuition. But there are books, living expenses, and I gotta come up with the other half some time. I’m serious, Pidge. If you need help with anything, just ask.” Beautiful Disaster by Jamie McGuire: Book Review". USA Today. April 19, 2012 . Retrieved August 7, 2013.