Foomp! My inner fire ignites.
A blank canvas...has unlimited possibilities.
I laugh, and it sounds like I've been sucking helium.
Thank you for helping my sister, he says.I lean forward, mimicking his position. I’m happy to.Calliope leans out her window. STOP FLIRTING AND GET BACK TO WORK.
My mind wanders to the other side of the courtyard, where St. Clair waits with Josh in Q-through-Z. I wonder if I have any classes with him. I mean, . Classes with them.
But it's a person's imperfections that make them perfect for someone else.
St. Clair: So did you enjoy the book?Anna: I did. Did you?St. Clair: I like the author's name the best. Ba-nah-na.
I like you. And I don't mean as a friend.
We still hate Bridgette, right? I haven't missed anything?
Crushes are so awful. I wonder if they suck worse for the crush-er or the crush-ee. I consider my three years of watching Josh from afar. Yeah, definitely the crush-er.
I was there that first night her called you. I've seen how he looked at you in pictures. Any bloke with a working prick would be insane not to like you.