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Those Four Letter Words: Four Letters, #0.5
Those Four Letter Words: Four Letters, #0.5
Those Four Letter Words: Four Letters, #0.5
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Those Four Letter Words: Four Letters, #0.5

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Eighteen-year-old Jade Reamer is a tough girl with a reputation to prove it. She loves three people and three people only: her brother, her boyfriend, and her best friend. Everyone else is irrelevant.

That is … until Reed enters the picture again.

Suddenly things start to spiral out of control and things aren't as they seem. Life is no longer simply black and white, love versus hate. Suddenly, it's hard to figure out which of those four letter words is true.

Especially when she can't look away from those devil eyes.

I love you. I hate you. I love you. I hate you. Which is it? I don't even know anymore.

Well, let's find out.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateJul 3, 2013
ISBN9780991834891
Those Four Letter Words: Four Letters, #0.5
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Christina Channelle

Christina Channelle is the author of Young Adult and New Adult Fiction, her series including Four Letters and Blood Crave. She’s happily addicted to coffee, being surrounded by nature, and the art of decluttering. She’s also partial to quartz crystals and writing about angsty girls who may or may not have a potty mouth.

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    Those Four Letter Words - Christina Channelle

    Preface

    I HAVE TO DO this bullshit English assignment on the topic of love and hate, and discuss the similarities between the two. You know, considering they’re such polar opposites. Life is just full of love-hate relationships, isn’t it? Then there are those people that you just love to hate. I believe you’d call that an oxymoron ... although this assignment seems rather moronic IMHO. Yes, Ms. Fields, I am calling this assignment both bullshit and moronic, and if you don’t understand my acronyms, you need to take a lesson in Slang 101 (insert smirk).

    This section right here is supposed to be the blurb on what I’m going to be writing about in this paper, but honestly I don’t feel the need to explain. You know what my life has been like, Ms. Fields.

    And apparently so does the rest of the goddamn school.

    Besides, I’m already passing this course due to my incredibly gifted mind. And I know you secretly have a soft spot for me, Ms. Fields. You know—that poor, misunderstood, angst-driven student. I wouldn’t be doing myself justice if I did this any other way.

    So without further ado ...

    Chapter 1

    Reflecting is a powerful thing. It makes you realize that not everything is as it seems, and that you should have figured that out by now. The signs were blaringly obvious.

    THE POWER OF THREE.

    Three.

    It was the number of people in my life that I cared for more than life itself.

    Yes, there was my mother and father but they didn’t count. It was expected of me to love them, and occasionally despise them for some of their less than perfect choices in life. But you know, there was the whole unconditional love, providing food and shelter, and a wonderful safe environment for their offspring that sort of canceled out the hate.

    Yup, that was my ma and pops.

    But it always seemed as if three was the amount of people I would give my heart to at any given moment in time. The people might change now and again but the number always seemed to stay the same.

    That was deep ... wasn’t it?

    When I was five, it was Bryn, Reed and Allison. But then Allison moved away so it became Bryn, Reed and Melissa when I was ten. At fifteen, it turned into Bryn, Reed and Nina.

    Then it was Bryn, Nina and Connor.

    Bryn, or rather B as I liked to call him, was my brother. He was my best friend even though he was five years older. Usually brothers ignore their younger siblings but he was different. He didn’t think of me as a nuisance, this pest that followed him around wherever he went. No, he loved me and protected me—always had since I was a little girl. And although eighteen and perfectly capable of fighting my own battles, that definitely hadn’t changed much. Though there were a lot of bumps in the road along the way.

    I guess you could say we took care of each other.

    Nina was my best friend outside of my family. For some reason I didn’t have many friends. Okay, let’s be honest: girls hated my guts because I tended not to play nice and could be quite bitchy when provoked.

    Emphasis on provoked.

    Honestly, they were just jealous because my overprotective big brother never paid them any attention when he came to pick me up from school, jealous because they were just not as pretty as me. Yeah, I said it. They were jealous because I knew how to throw a mean punch and knew how to take a hit, whether verbally or physically. But anyway, this was not what the assignment was about. No, this was about love and hate—not jealousy.

    So Nina was the only girl to make an effort to befriend me. She was this tall, blonde thing, and the total opposite of me in every way. But she didn’t put up with my bullshit and always told it like it was. She was new to the school so perhaps she hadn’t heard about my reputation as Big Bitch as of yet.

    The day I met her I’d been sitting off in the corner by myself in the cafeteria when this blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl sat right in front of me and just started digging into her meal as if I wasn’t even there. I just silently looked at her until she glanced up and finally noticed me gawking at her. You know if you don’t shut your mouth, it’ll freeze like that, she’d said with a drawl. Then she’d lifted her right hand up and crossed her index and middle finger together as she gave me a sly look with a wink. Honest.

    Since then we were joined at

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