Kristin Rae Quotes

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

Chiara, Darren finally says. Everything okay?Greasy Guy looks Darren up and down with narrowed eyes and spits out what I’m guessing is a question. Darren responds, calmly, in Italian. It’s the most 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...

Do you want me to get your back for you?Cringe. No, I’m fine.Okay, then could you get mine? I don’t really want the striped look you’re going for. A little too trendy for me. He laughs, snapping the l...

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....

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 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...

I was prissy as a child. No dirt under these fingernails.You were prissy? I don’t believe it.If you knew my mother, it wouldn’t surprise you. I raise both of my hands in surrender. But I’ve grown up....

Room here, she says, proceeding to draw a line of the route. It doesn’t look too far.I stand, taking the map from her, and manage to get out a comprehensible , which my says is actually pronounced ....

Just the idea of seeing the ruins of Pompeii in person makes me ache deep inside. Then there’s Darren, no longer off limits. When an opportunity like this falls into place, you don’t hesitate. You GO....

Pippa, Dad chimed in with the even tone of a mediator. If you don’t want to go--Oh, she’s . Mom straightened as tall as she could get, towering over him with her power. Arrangements have been set. She...

This Darren, Chiara finally says as we approach Riomaggiore, still huddled under the bright umbrella. Is he the same boy you told me about in Roma? The one you saw times two?Two times, I correct, and...

There you two are, Nina calls.She offers a smile almost identical to Chiara’s when she’s up to something. Nina drops Tate’s hand and presses the power button on her point-and-shoot camera. She motions...

The short pieces of his black hair are spiked out every which way. The poor lighting from the singular bulb on the ceiling over the shower exaggerates the dark circles under his eyes. He looks rough.A...

So theater, huh? Not sure I saw that one coming either.Why? My cheeks are warm, but I keep in front of him and look anywhere but his direction.The theater kids back at my high school were…a lot differ...

Matilde leads us into one of the apartment’s two bedrooms, obviously belonging to Bruno and Luca. Bunk beds are stacked in the corner and the walls are covered in soccer posters.You can have the botto...