Meg Cabot Quote

So I got to witness firsthand how those metal links got broken. The muscles in his upper arms pumped to the size of grapefruits, and the fabric of the T-shirt tightened around them almost to tearing…Then the metal gave way with a musical twang, and the chain snaked noisily from the grate, falling to the rain-softened earth with a clunk.By all means, John said, brushing his hands together in a self-satisfied way, let’s call Mr. Smith.I ducked my head, hiding my blushing cheeks by pretending to be busy putting my cell phone back in my bag. Encouraging his occasional lapses into less than civilized behavior seemed like a bad idea, so I didn’t let on how extremely attractive I’d found what he’d just done.You know, I remarked coolly, I’m already your girlfriend. You don’t have to show off your superhuman strength for me.John looked as if he didn’t for one minute believe my disinterest. He opened the grate for me with a gentlemanly bow. Let’s go find your cousin, he said. I’d like to be home in time for supper. Where’s the coffin?It’s at my mom’s house, I said. That deflated his self-satisfaction like a pin through a balloon. He stood stock-still outside the door to his crypt, the word HAYDEN carved in bold capital letters above his head. What’s it doing Seth Rector and his girlfriend and their friends asked me if they could build it in my mom’s garage, I said. They said it was the last place anyone would look.John shook his head slowly. Rector, he said, grinding out the word. I should have known.I threw him a wide-eyed glance. know Seth Rector?Not Seth, he said, darkly.