Kristin Rae Quotes

Darren spreads out the beach mats and drops his backpack on top of one. As soon as he crosses his arms and grips the hem of his shirt with both hands, I know what’s going to happen. I should look away...

His little gray swim bottoms are probably smaller than mine, potbelly hanging over the top of them.I lean toward Darren and whisper, Take a picture of that. Five euros.We both look back at the man jus...

You’re superstitious? His rough voice echoes above our heads, so he leans in closer and says, I didn’t really see that coming.I’m usually not, but I guess that got ingrained. Everyone in my circle kno...

We stop at the gate to the apartment, but Bruno’s still hanging on to me.The key, he says, swaying his hips. Pocket on left.So put me down and get it out.He lowers his lips to my ear. You get it for m...

You’re so tan.Spent a lot of time outside, I say slowly, fingers crossed that she doesn’t want to talk too much about my summer of lies.

You really didn’t see me trying to push him away?You did? Darren scratches along his jawline. I guess I was too angry to notice that.You were? So it was more than awkwardness. He was angry. The butter...

I should probably head back for Luca’s birthday dinner. They want me to lead the ‘Happy Birthday’ song to him in English for some reason.Oh, right. Yeah, it’s getting late. He lets go of my hand and r...

Going?I smile and wait for her to remove her hand before I answer. Just meeting up with a friend. Friend. There, I said it. Must be real now. Darren and I are friends.Her expression dampens a little....

ASSIGNMENT NUMERO NOVE: THE PERFECT MANWe talk about boys a lot. Especially who’s hot, who’s not, and why. But if the movie actors of old have taught us anything, it’s that good looks go away. The per...

So tell me about you. Who is Pippa, in the broad scheme of things? He winks.I return the smile. Well, I’m an only child, born and raised in Chicago--Ah, Chicago. That’s the accent.I told you before, I...

I sit at an empty table after the lunch rush and turn to the last assignment in my journal. This one’s the worst yet. The page is blank except for the instructions:DRAW YOUR SELF-PORTRAIT.Obviously, s...

I assumed this was a fishing boat, but it’s not dirty and it doesn’t reek of dead fish, so I’m not sure what Mauro just used it for. Joy riding? Drug trafficking? Hopefully not for driving girls out t...

Within several minutes, we’re at the front of the line. I assume we’re going to keep walking, but the young English couple in front of us has me take their picture, and then they offer to take ours. I...

Darren, I begin, swallowing the lump in my throat and forcing myself to keep eye contact. I need answers. I can’t go back home without knowing exactly what there was or is between us. Why did you come...

Darren just kissed me. As many times as I’ve imagined him kissing me, the shock of it as a reality sends a quake through my entire body.I don’t believe it. I straighten and stare at his chin, his chee...

I look around to find Darren since I assumed he was walking along with us. He’s not. He’s still at the bottom of the hill, near the tunnel entrance, jaw slack.Panic. Why isn’t he following us? Then I...

I open my makeup compact and set it on the table next to the vase of flowers and let my mechanical pencil hover over the page. I adjust until I can see most of my face in the tiny mirror and start dra...

What was I saying before?I can’t let him get back to that train of thought, wherever it was headed.You were about to tell me your favorite color today.Huh? He squints, studying me.You said it changes...

I wouldn’t go through high school again if someone paid me a million dollars. He snorts. It’s a joke, but his tone is laced with pain. We’re getting dangerously close to hitting a nerve. Maybe the sam...

So tell me about yourself, I say, mentally rolling my eyes for sounding like an interviewer. Where’d you grow up? What’s your favorite color? Biggest fear? All the basics.He laughs, kicking at a clust...