Before I could stop myself, I punched his arm. “Careful,” he said in a low voice. “They might think we’re flirting.

Kiss me in a way I'll never forget. Kiss me in a way that will stay with me until see you again

Science is an investigation," Coach said, sanding his hands together. "Science requires us to transform into spies." Put that way, science almost sounded fun. But I'd been in Coach's class long enough not to get my hopes up.

There's nothing special about losing your virginity over a toilet.

Citizen's arrest," he said. "Well, that, and Patch told me to.

Let me show you,” he said in my ear. “Like this. Feel that? Relax. Now pivot your hips—it’s all in the hips.

I tended to be more a romantic than a realist, and chose blind faith over cold logic.