You really saw some?" Liz said an hour later. Sure, we had the stereo blaring and the shower running, but Liz still whispered, "They really...exist?" "Liz," I whispered back, "they're not unicorns." "No," Bex said flatly, "they're boys. And they're...good.

That's for me to know, and for you to find out.

She'd absolutely adored the library_an entire building where anyone could take things they didn't own and feel no remorse about it.

Acting like you don’t care is a whole lot easier when you don’t care

Hiding is for amateurs.

She thought she was only seeing him because she wanted to see him... It's a by-product of very dramatic kissing.

Or maybe crying is like everything else we do- it's best if you don't get caught.